Transformize me, paralyze me I kneel deep in moments confused Who saves me when doomsdays rising… Kaviastá, I still feel abused... Insane Spirits moved my cup,

Make haste, Miss Professor her bony fetus revolved Aunt Viridity is the adressor and instantly Im involved Acidified by domestic disputes

Answer empty phone calls and another demand of flowers A seven week anticipation but never more than eleven hours of incentive abstinence

Advocacies for the hollow a gush of compliments strangers out of the fallow astonished accomplishments Canards trip in staples

Panic in the living room A Swedish purse between my blood I wanna say I m without a groom and I m swept away by the flood Acrophobia on the ladder

Thoughts intermingle while my itch… you should have seen me in my swea… hours of noise now seem to make se… ive never felt anything so intense little means nothing, or does it m…

Opened the door to a hidden room, this is for all that enter here! Oh let my soul escape the doom when I rattle off my fear: Tasmanian Tartness shakes my womb

My place for real friends in diach… I know it all ends in a perfect sc… I live on my wits, encyclopedic in… my tight pants they fit, and Im be… I live on my greens, stuff the not…

Sit straight and smile although it takes a while —now the master looks at me I blush and smarten instantly The Mans _olta he could read

Flower-Hour Book Black mountain, Codenna Rock its another obstacle I took by the neck to kill the mock Facsimile, a ridiculous smile

A) Voluntas vs. Voluptas I aspire your pagoda armed with books and a goodbye I wanna apportion the sacret veda unveil the beauty of your whispere…

What he took from me was mine and what is mine Id never give Shall the sun no longer shine may the thief forever live I hang on his lips, a sore throat

The dust in my soul is whirled whi… is this decadence or just another… Drown the sorrow in beer, reconstr… cause this fever of generic youth… Your absence means nothing, nor do…

Walking encyclopedias feet hurt fr… fighting with modern media, I cann… Anti– pro or contra conviction, this must be some bad science-fict… Walk of fame, walk of blame, isnt…

Entrance to Pandaemonium there await me two silver owls Welcome to the Amatorium, can you here the distant howls? A city trip with a plastic vision