Holding the thought before it
is born. Let the void become...

I like to rage on with
flying snakes. The fog deepens...

Pathways have no boundaries,
thinker was without a thought...

Dancing on the trembling
flames, virtually...

The single purple moon
was cruising non-chalantly...

He wants-
to sort through the voices...

Veneer was coming
off. Tribal fear to fore, am...

Why did you offer your
eyes, to a non-victim...

The future dubs.
A pride is shattered...

Again I have come back
in the crowd of fakes...

Undivided pain?
we will share in the...

Lips collide. I
smear the memories on...