Lack of animate counterparts and w… I search and dig but cant find the… I go to the lexicon, cause you sen… Im cursed by a Mexicans shamanic… So let me hang here for seven days

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

Her mythomania and a story: Im your neighbour and a liar were not the creations crowning gl… melting down the ice with our fire Civilisations pace, deciphered Ni…

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

A spokesman in tongues Liar from the ground Citifies my ambulance kills me, safe and sound If you hate the way I roll

Say a prayer for a refugee with broken bones under the burden old songs remind of better days our fall from grace is disturbing Got blacker lungs within some hour…

Tempora Tomorrow Tomorrow is my day of so… Tonight Tonight, is the evening o… Today Today Im gonna stay and dream of blurred blue Yesterda…

Watch out – in the very next momen… Ill read day and night – cause you… Ill know everything, what you thin… Stand out – in the very next momen… Drive to a home, a wasteland of yo…

Ut pictura poesis decipher my defective truth! Lead ad absurdum your analysis of analogies to my youth! My ornament, your substition

An unspoken chemistry– karmic impl… one day Ill grasp the raison dêtre… right place, right time and a drea… the 4th dimensions not a state of… But never forget to close the open…

Never mind the headache Im gagged, cant find my feet “Should I call the ambulance or is it just the weed?” The storm blows me away

Psychonautic tune a veil of hair and odour I score my personal rune to guarantee some psychic ardour Reward my assiduity

We drink coffee and smoke special… we talk for hours while I shake of… talk about humans as squirrels and… cunning chat-up lines, vicious ton… I make myself schedules for the ne…

Lovest me thou? Am I worth you a… broken, diseased and grotesque would you notice, I write and danc… to your songs, lost and burlesque? Your chemise is wet and torn

I must confess, I dont know where… some nose might say it is too much Italic progress of my reconstructe… and I count on their verdant grudg… when I barytonize my archaic m-ste…