Defective point of view, headlong,… Im suspected by balls and suspende… anaesthetize my mouth and fear lost betwixt odd warriors of gende… I cant feel my lips, baby, do you…

Welcome to the Synode of Argyll, this is the episode of edicts. Now swallow all Chlorophyll, and hope to find the Picts: Lintels of turquoise eyes

Reality is fucking real but not as good as in my fantasies Kisses touch my safety seal yet I have those thrilling memorie… of how it was to be a child

Ambient morning soundtrack, made f… its afternoon and my rooms been ha… Plausible Celts, salty skin licke… mirrors to the animals, vistas so… A cedar smell, the worlds not flat

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

Neolyseum, I stand in row where Celtic culture awaits me in the museum, the cry of a crow Im sure now everyone hates me Did I trip the set wire alarm,

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…

Some lines of darkness follow my flimsy feet, Gaethanam, I must stand out and write down some of my heat. A private room, an interlocution

Lacuna Day, time to improvise I met familiarly childish friends Tomorrow starts my compromise another try just to see how it end… Wait until he leaves my bed,

I wanna write but someone stole th… superscript, I start on my new des… super high wire, I arranged it all… slurped buttermilk and felt grotes… Now I need another chair, or a cu…

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

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,

Yes, I can compete whilst my emotions stride towards… this cosmic haze just makes me com… and the melodies make me fly to Me… Maybe, I can resemble more