the infinite looks out on the closed windows splashes before moving villages hidden between valleys of melancholy - I hardly dare to look I am blinded by what may always remain until the autocratic idiot the fungus of the ego - that festers with false promises erases what should stayand the valley of Angels and... Lees verder →
I see your bronze bust on this burning spot from talent to star to dust sucked up close to the people I smell my friend's sweat, your scent lost on the back of stardom I hear children cheering with delight I hear a mother shouting: “No—stop!” The smoke of beefburgers as I descend not far... Lees verder →
There they stood arm in arm as if it had always been that way this Tristan and Isolde she, mother and father the one 10 years older when the virus came and he saw the world change even before egos decided that war is necessary, that people are cattle for slaughter, ‘cause machines must roar,... Lees verder →
and then the end was here I saw these patterns of years repeating useless fears and then I put it away like old cornflakes in a locker they didn't taste it was a total loss ready to hit its wing in an empty street this dream of you and me no regret, nor a final tear just a heavy stone,... Lees verder →
I feel so sluggish and tired that even breathing is an immense effort, my eyes are constantly pulled downwards and breathing in and out feels short and tense, as if I am in a state of chronic hyper-ventilation. Outside, there is no sun, no moon, no stars to be seen, everything is gray and dreary.... Lees verder →
The wild meat wanted to surround itself, to clasp down the skin, but it tore open, lifeless plasma was released, freely it couldn't breathe and gasped back into the wild meat, out of breath it brokefor the last time.
Ooh I want! I want haunted the child running into darkness down long corridors of delight no, I don't want to go outside let me, let me wandering in the dark, I want, I want oh so nothing!
Fastfood romantics 