Shades of stars now disappear prolong this trip, for another yea… Homesick I drag bags of books Though docile wanderlust got me on… One two three divert weeks are lef…

All hail Fate– it sent me flowers I love– not hate, and take bloody… Poking the itches, oh sensitive si… sewing cross stitches on sensual s… Cuantas veces puedes oldvidarse?

Midnight task, I think about my l… Midgard Oracle, spoken new tunes Mid-October Gold in a honey hive Im back to Munich to decipher run… Now I toss my pen

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

Invitations roll and rhyme To this business I could get used… I got no time, dispatch sublime Im needed and a mused... Hurry up or harry me!

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

Infrastructure collapsed and I destroyed my house of cards again my weak flesh relapsed undue to my bleeding heart Weekend blues in a nerdy head

Walking encyclopedias feet hurt fr… fighting with modern media, I cann… Anti– pro or contra conviction, this must be some bad science-fict… Walk of fame, walk of blame, isnt…

Mantis Atloveroc, I lie here in t… aeromantic analysis of clouds I ex… Now all I can do is wait and stun and hope not to miss the Holy Gra…

Panic in the living room A Swedish purse between my blood I wanna say I m without a groom and I m swept away by the flood Acrophobia on the ladder

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…

Misunderstand me again But I wont repeat it this time I cut the promising hand progressive high and sublime A winters mind dressed for May to…

There lies a contract on my deskto… my proof of life after death. A swollen knee, a dusty bedhop, I love my angelic breath. Daily bread or a sudden soup,

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…

Opened the door to a hidden room, this is for all that enter here! Oh let my soul escape the doom when I rattle off my fear: Tasmanian Tartness shakes my womb