click

Instant genious, natural end, we will remain with the second character.

And he’ll suddently vanish between flames, dragons, earthquakes and hurricanes -

with not a thing to say.

Flow in between boundaries of memories and nothingness

At the wounded edge of my circumstances. Self fuck. Covered sun. Skeptic revolution in a flea circus. Fantasy and paranoia are bounded where everything appears to happend. I’ve to say, you got me confused. Ill pretend I erase. soon or later all will emerge.

Nothing is cheaper than the soul of the self compassioned and quitters in the ideology market.

No sorrow. No longer idiotic, no longer equal to everyone else. Marching with so much nothingness, faster and blank. Unpolluted. Words becoming to feel empty. Softcore pornography as art.. rainbows emerging from man in bussines suits. Forget that shit and kill a king that sees himself as a king.