Is transparency a soul,
something all the clear things share...

The magic of flowers
is...

This makes no sense.
What is this sound...

they looked down upon him liketh dirt, in...
they never saw him, they saw themselves...

The greatest place to
hide your misdeeds is behind...

The mask covering 
our unsightliness, unmasks...

You break the taboos of words, one by one.
You crack the shell of your body, your shape...

Every meaning is there
amid meaninglessness...

If you kill the messenger
The message forever...

Apple
is gravity...

The twins of emulation
improvise their slithering stalk...

Recognize your own
beauty, by averring the...