Rage born of solitude, outcast.
Seven o’clock and a bath delayed As indecision wins over the day Or maybe a stale is still on the w… The movie in background now makes… As another pretense to the purpose…
Oh you, who are more And you say that I talk too much, I am amoral and I speak of solitu… From the result, Nacl +, life the… Base of nothing and everything els…
The slytherin or the pussy, the re… Giving knowledge and fire to their… Praising for the death of a dubiou… Setting the stage for the real con… Not original, that’s an argument o…
Creative spirit, poetic spirit, cr… How come? Why do we put soul and spirit ever… Afraid of the dark, Say, you assumed atheists
The line of death humans has augme… We dying and dying since we were b… A long long tree, an extensive lin… Now we can live more proximally Since the advent of all pixels, di…
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
Above the earth and the firmament It is unclear who, actually, has i… Collective truism, our life is a m… One love, one life, they sing, Science contradicts,
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 of my Sorrows renewed Into unwanted tomorrows From the ashes of dream and desire Into little nothings of rage, emot… How small and insignificant our au…
The slithery or the pussy, the rea… Giving knowledge and fire to their… Praising for the death of a dubiou… Setting the stage for the real con… Not original, namely an argument o…
While my body asks for Temperance I persist Arsonist that I may be Never my flames will consume thee O my fever, intemperance
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…
Regret, pain, incessantly Pain under all joy Pain like Pain Pain my Cold Mountain,
Slumber, Sacred Goat, Satanism, Sacrifice to what we should be, So virtuoso as always was he, Plough, insensate, riding on stone… Parsimonious subject content with…