Yesterday I heard I have a heavy… As time passes it grows heavier. Question, diversity around Xavier… As is the effort of not writing As is the effort of doing it right…

So many masks to bear testimony, Farces played so often, veils of t… Silks and brocades on orchards so… Some although still refuse to be p… Some broken in so many micro fract…

Near the end of others are us In our saddle of distance or proxi… Near the vain end of animals we co… And continue to another rationaliz… Confrontation!

All you had and cannot see, All they said you could be Down you meet the wild tide’s risi… At Mont Saint-Michel hell in no… Seagull lover, can you say: that’s…

Such bliss such amazing honor Such sentiment, it is too much Narcotics anonymous, picked, a tra… My narcotics were not anonymous Cocaine, mdma alcohol after its an…

Looking at her running from the co… Admiring the crying raging between… Remains her silhouette memory Languidly lying in the porch’s net Piled on top of other sorrows and…

How you suck dry my will to live How you bring bottled despair For a project into your delusion, Because meddling with another’s ri… You can, getting a fake tourism ti…

My lack of love My fault ambitions It is not a song That fault is my curse Dancing from a sky after the storm

Cada dia que vivo no es querido No sé solidworks, no sé mecano, ni… Y aún así y aquí el clavo Una oración, una canción, no sé P… Ignoro a Gymp, After Effects, pe…

This is the day where I was calle… My writings unbearable for some in… Well one may say better stridulous… Writing is an extension of humanki… Nobody is owner to pages, critics,…

Beyond some pain and distress Lies a world of unending sorrow So profound, So inlaid, it comes with music. One never gets accustomed

Not so cool not so groovy, old lab… I would like to like my style, to… Become the fun that is still there… But baby, something in my lonely b… Some dark faire has bewitched me

My secret is not such My secret is not as much. The key for the unintelligible is… My head is a sort of hoarder attic… Smells of decay without friends

Regret, pain, incessantly Pain under all joy Pain like Pain Pain my Cold Mountain,

« Je me trompe peut-être, mais le ça, le moi, le surmoi, le moi idéal, l’idéal du moi, le processus secondaire et le processus primaire du refoulement, etc. – en un mot les grandes mach...