I am confused by a traffic of minds, they invade my reason and transform in paranoia, rambling paranoia. That can only make me feel bad, I?m still paying
?Here comes my love? she said he came to take her everyday, after working just a kiss to satisfy. Smiling, tired in the same place so beautiful with
Emma is a girl, she don?t care about anyone. Many boys are dead for her. Emma is a tree, she don?t care about anything. Green leaves on her branch,
E? come vivere in un limbo dove colori e suoni vivono in disarmonia. Piccolo punto tridimensionale, soffoco l?esistenza con l?arma dell?apatia. Vivo
are? ? Whispering with dried voices that are so quiet and meaningless as wind in dry grass. Or in our cellar, rats feet over broken glass?a shape without form
Without this sadness on my face. But it?s hard because I sadly know that I?m losing her. And I can?t imagine all myself without her presence.
Witches of papier-mache row on a silvery lake daughters of the twilight quietness. Isolated by the world of hypocrisy by false optimists. Unsolved rebus
creatures on earth insects lizards plants and any mals to illuminate one another and bring themselves to a hyper state of awareness a new harmony without computers and without
