THE FRUSTRATION BEGINS

COMES THROUGH THE MOUTH, WHITECAPS OF INTESTINAL FOAM-
SHAKES THE BODY, MOVES LIKE SNAKE SKIN, SCALES OF THIN GOLD AND AGED METAL, THIN LIKE FILAMENTS, WIRES AND FIBRES.
crazy path that lead you here..... a place in that garden where you lay hidden

THE FRUSTRATION BEGINS

THE FRUSTRATION BEGINS

THE FRUSTRATION BEGINS

THE FRUSTRATION BEGINS

COMES THROUGH THE MOUTH, WHITECAPS OF INTESTINAL FOAM-
SHAKES THE BODY, MOVES LIKE SNAKE SKIN, SCALES OF THIN GOLD AND AGED METAL, THIN LIKE FILAMENTS, WIRES AND FIBRES.

THE FRUSTRATION BEGINS

THE FRUSTRATION BEGINS

THE FRUSTRATION BEGINS

SELF-CONCEPTION AND BETRAYL

THE FRUSTRATION BEGINS

SELF-CONCEPTION AND BETRAYL
can you recognize this veiled one?
my sister, my brother, my mother, my father... that is where i found a flower for my loved one..
a lost boy wandering in the wood is sure to find his fear
we are born, we live and we die
all is not chaos

THE FRUSTRATION BEGINS

THE FRUSTRATION BEGINS

SELF-CONCEPTION AND BETRAYL
i remain
a hole in the belly making squeals of delighted integration

REGURGITATES AGAIN THE UNIVERSE IN ITS FULLEST
it's all just an illusion anyway
i want to be a camera

COMES THROUGH THE MOUTH, WHITECAPS OF INTESTINAL FOAM-
SHAKES THE BODY, MOVES LIKE SNAKE SKIN, SCALES OF THIN GOLD AND AGED METAL, THIN LIKE FILAMENTS, WIRES AND FIBRES.
to what extent do you drive yourself? the carriage and the coachman. nothing is left. your heart throbs with disgust and self-humiliation. everything lives in myth and dream... eager as you are you will never see me again...

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AN OPAL FOR AN EYE
SOME FEAR THAT QUAKES BACK AND FORTH IN THE CENTRE OF ME....
THE SKY IS VICTORY, A POEM BY SHELLY, A GLASS FULL OF BLOOD
SOME CITY GONE GREY, EXOTIC CREATURES DANCING IN THE FLICKERING OF LIGHT

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FOR NOTHING? AIN? AM I MAD? NOT AGAIN. NOT. PURPOSE. THIS TIME. REASON. NOT AGAIN. VAIN? PURPOSE. FOR NOTHING?

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