The last am on my balcony "The am sun, my ebony sun" Erratic firmament and the perishing clouds Descending angels, formless divine To inherit light and
carving deeper and deeper Another eye another sight Seeing nothing never and ever Another form another light Crawling higher, higher and higher Another skin another white And
nonexistance Are the voices orchestral nightmares Or synonyms to black and white faces? Color circulate inside of O Anbient mind, the overdose (... and
Savour! The things that never were! Escape! To/from reality! That never was! That never will be! Prohibit! All the little things! Crawl! Into serenity
Listen: the fragile world is silent Tongues speak a voice of decay Of the melting skies and the heavy rains About the odours of life so distant We stand
Extraction from O'mindiary When I was younger (a naive christian with thoughts like melting sugar) my fingers were attacked by nails and I could hear
I love this world And these people, the beautiful ones I love this world And your goddamn sun I love this world And the family of fragile dreams I love
Inhale the exhaled Inhale/exhale Inhale/exhale Exhale the inhaled Inhale/exhale And released the liquids in drops Silence depicted the room And devours
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millennium of broken mirrors Painajaismaisen sairaat aanet Kehoni lapi kylmat vareet Karsimyksien vaaleat kadet Nusien polkujet Into spheres and
really Don't believe in the empty shadows (but When I believe then and only then I Believethat I am not I) but it's nice And relaxing to stand naked
of colors) Is completed The mindjourney, the merry go mind Draw the lined in water - divine the innerwold Inside the outside of the merry go mindstop I (...and
stand As I draw circles in the sand Naked under blue glass Drowned I watch children dance In a mind of an echo (I know that I am I, if and only if I
Open the white doors To the field of thoughts Where no light dances Through the 6 panes (white pain) Sanat muodostuvat ajatusten galleriassa Tieto on
Svarar framtiden pa tomhetens forganga drommar Skapas kunskap av svalda ord ur bockers strommar Living in the inner worlds Collecting all the fallen
rape myself If I was pregnant I'd give birth to myself and my own death ...the man in every girl... Innocent (Innoceant) and young Swallowing myself and