The pariah’s chant should be regre… The outcast song should be lament… The persecuted should have the voi… And yet, hummingbirds have no voic… Those hearts beats drumming like…

My Old Flame, It would never remember its name, Cold days of no light in sight Surrounded and pictured as Lesoth… In this cold day I still stand un…

Rage against love songs Hope they are murdered by Tongs While I live as a pariah of mysel… Dusty old manuscript lost in a she…

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

A touch of blood to the head. A corps in inverted position. Attraction, ended communication, All her remains analyzed, Not a given supposition.

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,…

Hollywood is it a place of collect… I say it is our time machine, And without it we would fall in a… Civilization stumbling before the… And we all will perish, by storm o…

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…

Recurrent idea, pan-sexuality, That nightlong stole her male That nightlong stole his female That nightlong stole our above all… And we, persisting in a cold slumb…

From the perspective the phallus t… Raised pointing with pink hat fall… Orange hat on noisy marmalades We kisses between greedy sucks In the excitations without extensi…

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…

2017-08-17 Under the neon light a hors d’oeuv… Two lamps ahead the gorgeous femal… Brings up the predator to my shado… Willing to pick them both in a bow…

Depths are invoked from above. Chronology of insanity at stake On how such society developed In addition, who is to undertake f… Work as a temple, money as a rite.

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