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My grandma was a little bit possessed by the aristocratic madness
Love is a mistake
You lose your resolve, woman
He is not a god, and you are not a bird
You will go straight to well with your nirvana
They don’t want it
They like concrete
I really need to get myself some piano
Oh, Sappho and romantics
Stop strangling me in the sleep
Incubus
You dreamers
All your opium love spelled dreams
Are suffocating
Killing babies in their sleep at night for their selfish lovers
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
A gargantuan hole in my head
the truth is:
dark is my hair
the truth is:
human I am
the truth is:
I live on earth
the truth is:
no much else
the else is a hallucination
a daydream
a lie
king-size, bulky, mountainous messcommunication
a truth without the spell check
Criticize me
I’m immune to it
strange feelings from far way
came
strange feelings from
another place
criticize me
I don’t care
robotise me
treat me as I have no flesh
just brain
criticize me I am back I am
I am fragmented and the world is
fragmented shifted the logic is
disjointed
I am the perfect portrait of this
My language slips my tongue
Globalized I
We
We
We
So what that I am useless
was I created for the use of
the party community family or church?
so what that I am useless talentless brat
or not, who cares
I splash things against the wall
in childish protest
it’s all deaf and reactionless anyway
the earth is invisible so it’s the cosmos
from my mundane despised perspective
it doesn’t seem to matter
it seems it’s all a lie then
nothing of me is being recorded in the fabric of infinity
I was born and I die
and I yell and that is pointless
quick explosion
stupid kid
among the silence
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