Love me incomplete,
the way I am, otherwise...

The crucifixion of these geometrical shapes
in the air...

O little Orphan boy, little orphan boy
you do not need to hide your fear anymore...

Be a hug for me
that my cries could calm in its cradle...

Yoyos are orbicular,
like everything else...

To go on going somewhere,
and that’s...

Your smile,
the white queue of musical tone...

The shrine of loneliness
the involuntary prison of choice...

Don’t ever ever dare my insanity
for I've found your sanity deluged in vanity...

There is just one message
and everything else is...

Such inverse efficacy:
Rocks grind...

My brother is a gullible sinner
and I am Jesus...