Não sei solidworks, não sei mecano… E todavia assim e aqui o prego, Uma oração, uma canção, não sei P… Ignoro Gymp, After Effects, pouq… O que sabia era escrita e agora nã…

I Think we should keep the answer as simple as the question. “The question, then: Is Schrödinger’s Cat meant to be taken at all physically?” No, that experiment, if practiced as describ...

They don’t own me, I keep telling Sadly their guild does, owes my fu… And all I do is write and hearing… They don’t owe me, you gently expl… And so many steps remain to really…

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…

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…

I rather not smoke for obvious rea… One’s change in response of eviden… And the rat goes insensate underwa… With the nerves flourishing at nig… The vision fierce with expression…

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

While my body asks for Temperance I persist Arsonist that I may be Never my flames will consume thee O my fever, intemperance

It was the bloods and the creeps As I needed it all on the arm The world struggling to harm That ethereal nature deep inside By monetizing every inch of it.

The Northwest wind coming from Pa… Turned the wings flight unstable So the eagle missed the little goa… That nanosecond that keeps all uns… The world a chaos inside a red fal…

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…

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…

Seems to be a fascination, In a time of Brazilian Wax And shinning Cunni exposé Legs open far, allegoric dorsum As an Inventiveness of Self

Tsunami on the phase of retreat, The shores dry, the weather shy Expectations high, you don’t know… The mouth strange, head spinning, Dogs barking, cats running,

Words are just painted impressions And the world has taught us how They go astray and turn, or still. We stand upon this tainted hill Of diverted intent and call it his…