It isnt wrong to leech my smelly hands under water freedom of speech Im the foster daughter Strokes of a sister,

Its time to care again for myself a little while noone ever takes my hand so Ill just sit here and smile I could never tell my pain

Cast a stone onto the stage or hang me with a cable overthrow the throne of rage and put my feet somewhere stable Determined to suffer from emphasis

One two three– set me free Penguin voices in the infinite nig… body against body until we burn Make choices of wisdom, not of fri… Struggle and study, its for life,…

Transitory Runes on rotting beech… find them in your neighbourhood A scholar schism, a fickle mood Pagan poets crawl on the floor when archbishops break down the do…

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

Where am I today? And who are we tomorrow? Lift my spirit to ether spheres dont wanna drown here in sorrow Past, present and future plans

Es kommt ja eh immer alles so wies… und ich kann gar nicht mehr auf Mo… komm und gib mir noch n Kuss, und dann mischen wir die Karten. Es bleibt ja nie etwas so wie es i…

Substitute worlds Succubus soliloquies in vain Summer whine and ocean whirls my Superstition all in chains Onomatopoeias Opacity

Follow my stream of consciousness Im far more special than I though… Melodies are full of akwardness here lies my path of draught My pieces Dramatis Personae

All hail Fate– it sent me flowers I love– not hate, and take bloody… Poking the itches, oh sensitive si… sewing cross stitches on sensual s… Cuantas veces puedes oldvidarse?

Misunderstand me again But I wont repeat it this time I cut the promising hand progressive high and sublime A winters mind dressed for May to…

Explosions in the sky swallowed by the elements the ones who questioned why are now Gods instruments Now stop the metronome

Im tired but inspired and oh i lov… have you ever seen me so free? my little ideal world is the place where I use to live and be Non-existence versus pure evidence

One more winter ahead and Ill dedicate it to you Eureka, I am not dead and all that you said was true about Old Prussian kinsmen