Looking upon the red canvass
of flower buds...

First, I learned that
my aunty was schizophrenic...

Hardcore feminism
in all aspects...

You hurt the true hearts and try to hide it from...
You hide your fangs...

They crucify you
upon the uneven scales...

His sword defeats death
right before defeating all...

If you are rock hard
you break down until you are...

The meal now is cooked Bob.
From now on, the fire would only ruin your meal...

Why impelling feeling with talks,
bottling up something ethereal...

Words are for when we disregard silence.
Writing is the tendency of the forgotten poetry to...

_"I invite you all to the fire!"
Said the hero...

Why do I only dream
of our wakefulness...