We did not exchange any objects
No totems
Or signs of love
However you call it
It was none
In the large structure of air above us
We have left marks of nothing
Now, we can breath
On the lines of telepathic connections
There are no pigeons to gossip
No women to soften this curse
In the large building of emptiness
There is space for loneliness
Secured and safe
I can’t stand being without you, today
When the order of Satan is encircling you
To push you away
The blood ritual
Which makes me faint
Why the darkness is pressing you down
It sends needles down my spine
The nature doesn’t have to be made for death
Cristal waters
Green rivers
Little huts
Instead – bloodshed is coming from behind the border
Escape
It’s a christian revolution
resurrection of the Christ
cause he is no longer stupid and blind
I will detonate those lies
with a rose blast
cause I can’t sleep at nights
In the realm of my prison
in my mind
I will detonate that fakeness of your lies
the whole squadron of the stars
the self-loving mirror gazers
of all kind
I will detonate the fakeness of your lives
I feel like I’m being killed
by an invisible dagger
What is it?
My soul? Maybe –
Is my soul in my brain
mechanical doll
can’t stand straight
and look in the eye of the
danger
at the cemetery
at the grave
it’s dark
but I can’t feel anything
It’s foggy and dull
I’m looking into the hollow eyes of nothing
she is dead
What does that mean?
there
really
d.e.a.d
it is inexplicable
things like that were not supposed to happen
The puzzle of love
is in the mind
but in my head it’s like shattered triangles
sometimes it’s right sometimes it’s left
all that mystical mess
my mind desynchronizes
when I’m trying to avoid your gaze
the puzzle of love
is your quest
Just now I have almost lost the meaning of life
Ok, lets the love die
lets dive into the abyss
with those bloody witches
you’ll win
after all, we cannot longer contain the explosion of malaise
the boredom is eating us like fish and chips
I have no more dreams
Lets us all go mad in this boring madness
all this stupidity
so what
they always win those bastards
so let them win
it was in Spain
couldn’t remember
cause everything is happening next too me
under his
military order
that is the one
husband is called
there is nobody to save you
and not even the feminists
satanic or not
nobody cares
put on the sun – screen lotion
as if i cared
I’ 12 and I’m very depressed
love fantasy
jesus
pills
creating an altar
but my sister is not into religion
orange carpet
and I
loneliness
almost masculine
harsh
the imagination
of the catholic church
is rigid
i need more spring
more spring flowers and water
but not to holy mary
this men in white gowns must be very sad
priests
boys in entrapment
There was a suicide planned for both of us but wasn’t executed
You are mental
Yes, you are
she said
You are just insane
Fidel Castro
Drag queen rebels
Transatlantic, trans-human
No, I am not a Vatican spy
And I’m sick of the insults
She added, typically upset
There is a deep hole
after your departure
Your velvety voice
was promising peace
You disappointed me
with your hostility
But now I am sitting here
In the district block
post-revolution
and not in Britain
Where I fell straight into the war
into the epicentre of the revolution
unknowingly
And I am bored
And I feel blind
Walking through the bushes
of lilies of the valley
without blinking
and everything seems meaningless in this matrix of things
And there is a new fire
whatever I touch
And people eating each other like animals
It’s the time of apocalyptic fury
on both sides
So let’s hide
Maybe forever
Let’s wait for the storm to end
And meet on the other side
When the slaughter is over
If ever
I started thinking that ‘love’ is evil
vengeful
it’s hate
it’s murderous
so I’ll forget this whole business
and go
to meet
Karakoram mountains instead
or something like that
for a while
before I get back to dreadful London
to deal with all this deathly business
of
flowers
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