Father's Day

A friend is someone to be used until they are no longer useful.

Nascita Astratto Vuoto

Ascoltare sovversivo parole penetrare forte disonesta. Antagonista bugiarda dietro gentilezza contro mi seduto pietoso; disperata emaciata diluire malattia droga mutazione umano sessualita disgustosa. Ossigeno puntina paradiso sorriso capovolgere infanzia rapporti sessuali e stupefacente e rapporti sessuali e morte; sangue stoffa tempo chiuso comprensione scatola. Inanimato eiaculazione di scarto ingoiare intero, disordine disperato bella vomito sconosciuto cattiva schiacciante.

Senza Tetto

Lacrimale eremita impedire malinconica oscura suicido Messia. Morta poetico melodia ripetizione scarafaggio bestemmia puzzo femminile sconsolata puttana incubo dimensione schizofrenica.

Morso Di Serpente

Edgar: To what derived in time that pleasure forsaken in you my beloved nothing? Morose and bleak your heart had filled with pain that relieved for some time but again bears down upon you; what source be claimed for all your woe?

George: The devil spoke with a forked tongue, and from his mouth came dripping the bile of fairweather. In silence to suffer is noble but unfortunate, and exiled into me this pain which has no home.

Edgar: And what of severity? To advocate the empty has been your charge, and for sometime quite, for left is nothing traced to childhood happiness. To whom this curse be given must surely cursed be. But pitiful to see myself in you; you who gave me life and breath with clever strokes of ink.

George: But pitiful it shall not be, for deserving of my isolation I truly am. Abandon pity; see beyond these frames of worthless reality. Relative to each yet poison just the same, to recapitulate the days of woe that she who gave me life tore in promiscuity from my grasp I see in images flashing the same bleak days that lay ahead; like eyes that mock and pierce my soul.

Melatonin

Reached out feeling weightless and black; my arms like spider reveries ignoble haunted in my world of sleep. Lightless chemical imbalance aggravated me into myself but fear and never nothing nowhere not inside but underneath. Eyes opened to my television life; the people march and sing behind the frame; disillusioned me inside the bilayer; my face unseen I am objective alone in the dark black room with only the light of television that soft blue glare that burns my eyes and robs my heart; characters that come and go without consequence to me the objective viewer staring absently at the screen so eager to give my life away like public hangings on an empty sky afternoon; my life is not real the people have no meaning the birds will never sing the sky will never change the time will never move the waves will never tide the moon will never laugh the people have no meaning the lies will never truth the eyes that never proof the water feels like air the youth will never care the age will never know the children never show of daydreams in the night and never having rights will sit upon some mound not looking to the ground but groping at the sky the children never reach the people have no meaning the ants that move the dirt the sleep that isn't real the lie we never speak the real that isn't there the people have no meaning.