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

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…

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

Ambient morning soundtrack, made f… its afternoon and my rooms been ha… Plausible Celts, salty skin licke… mirrors to the animals, vistas so… A cedar smell, the worlds not flat

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

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

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

Stars in ecliptic position he stole one for me and you its mundane sequel I envision Triangle love– intrigues accrue Cause moles will never see the lig…

Substitute worlds Succubus soliloquies in vain Summer whine and ocean whirls my Superstition all in chains Onomatopoeias Opacity

Old twilight flyer Do your breath of fire Align and hold the tongue mulabandh draconis and sing your s… White garment in order

Entrance to Pandaemonium there await me two silver owls Welcome to the Amatorium, can you here the distant howls? A city trip with a plastic vision

Coming home like on Sunday with trumpets and trophies caressing white fur in delay love bites, I went to his office He said I was excellent

All Hallows Eve in pottery tinted hair and trick or treat I have a colorful mockery upon your lap, a witches seat An allegory to all lost souls

Answer empty phone calls and another demand of flowers A seven week anticipation but never more than eleven hours of incentive abstinence

The wolf is crying in this darkest night I keep on trying to win this fight Mistaking planes for stars