I have a world in your pocket and I piss on him like a child.
Your God sniffs me to steal my treasure forever and make it his own.
I was born, I am a child, are male.
This is red, one blue.
This is the sun, the moon will be then.
One is always one, is not beginning and not an end.
This burning, that kills. The beauty
like it, ugly sorry.
Things done better, things well done, and do not
those unfinished ones. The successes that decrease
ringed pity that we have of ourselves.
The unnecessary tumult, up and down the beaches long and narrow. The unrest
timed and the perpetual slumber cravings.
fake smile and smile and are true.
hardly ever cry and what little I do is how to die, hoping to be reborn.
