I can see the absurdity of hearts and of squash and the miscomposition of chess.
there are often some seeds in her ears, that’s why she is always exploring herself.
everyone disappears like smoke in the wind to consider the ugliest shapes.
I’ve been tending to blackness since I was a kid and will now take my measures backstage.
I will shoot every apple like William Burroughs I reflect all the beams with my eye.
in the sound of delusion of countless crows you are never as brave as to die.
when you go through the tunnels of fire escapes you are never as fast as your mail.
if there ever was a birth rate as high as today I would rather prefer to exile.
when the face of the moon is so wrinkled with rust that you see all the mirrors of pain
you are an eloquent creature confronted to lust… I should play this again and again.
What’s the light in the night or the fact in absurd? if you never believe in the stars.
Such a foam melodrama is never so good But it brings the invaders from mars.
There is mis-saturation when you nutrify but you’ve never been mastering this.
If you meet my illusions and your passers by They will certainly give you a kiss.
I could never attach my mistakes to my mail your achievements will now disappear.
if you see the mean meekness of frying desire you should fetch me the blade and the spear.
if you count all the stars on the countless maps there is always a chance to survive
you can always invent some new things to create when the feelings in bellies excite
I can feel the ambiguity of rock’n’roll and dismaying distress of hip-hop
there is always some crazy DJ to control the misleading allusions of hope