The consumer is consumed
as consumption consummates...

You macerate me and
I create art...

There was a little puppy
named Asskan...

This scrap of dirt
this portion of earth...

I and my odes
are never alone...

Life means the amnesia of death,
the amnesia of existence of the death...

Resolving past in future
that is why...

Smile in the mirror with all your cries,
all your tender spots, raw...

Looking into the paradox of distance and...
choosing between the destination...

Truth cannot be used as the mean of cruelty.
Love overrides all the human values & virtues...

Is a real performer to perform in real life?
Are all of these acts...

I don’t care if you believe in God or not.
But those who anonymously “know” God...