Yesterday today was tomorrow impressions of primitive rocks I shovel cults while I borrow thirteen coins of anti mocks Tune in for the moment of joy

Consonants knock on my door I wish my witchboard away While hierophants lie on the floor I sit straight and pretend to pray Behemoth lies in my bed

Capture this moment of fulfilment with incense choking dirtndust Vixen, write your assignment I dont want to but I must One exception excuses the other

Associate asparagus with abestos a… A fire in the attic, attention to… Alcohol dazed blasphemy defeated by divine alchemy bathos, selfhate and disaster,

I dedicate this to a cardboard I hesitate to believe this gem Anglosaxon anagrams on the witchbo… no health defects despite my daily… It makes me hungry and devour

Gipsies and wizards, a trip back i… A cardboard witchboard and little… Storytellers and fellows, wooden s… Round my left foot dance now purpl… Red Sparrowes– noisy silence with…

Feed my stunning apetite with distorted tracks of a generat… Resuscitate me in the dimmest ligh… my soulmate, friend and gentle wai… You slipped into my shifty eyes,

Im growing wings where my love outgrows Im awakening beneath a murder of crows Caught in rules I intended to bre…

A neopilgrim, a new desk for a new… Jacobs sunrise– my reflection someone burn the trees I chop and meet me at the intersection Wheres to say goodbye to youth and…

This might be the last Im subject to all these changes tidal humour, ceaseless blast Ive flown higher than all angels So this is my ultimate plea

Where am I today? And who are we tomorrow? Lift my spirit to ether spheres dont wanna drown here in sorrow Past, present and future plans

Explosions in the sky swallowed by the elements the ones who questioned why are now Gods instruments Now stop the metronome

End of the month its time to bleed again to touch you now is all I want for I did break my creed again End of the week

Days of harvest now have come counting backwards from fifteen a tasty cigarette in my mouth such beauty Ive never seen Raindrops on my skin

A walk home alone on wet carpet, (A night of which nothing will be… Lost signal, where is my accessory… I hope this message was delivered: Speak it out, he introduced me to…