There , it's finished ... It's about to start
... Higher ... More intense ... More accelerated ... Painful ...
Not to be touched ... Not
to feel ...
Higher ... More intense ...
More accelerated ... I may heal ... I'm hearing the voice-heads ...
Let it start again ... The
reel-time clustered to shreads covering the ape of a next time ...
I'm moving backwards
longing to fly in the rubick's room disorder , no witness , no shape ,
the blinded assistance
eating remains of former years of vitriol ...
Higher ... More intense ...
More accelerated ...
Sound and sand lungs in the
mouth singing sirens' call ... We are unsurmontable ...
The public dance ... My
body will be with me ... Spited a bit ... The brain still leaks ...
The choreography of chaos
... The tramways hung to the hat-stand ...
To get oneself operated
from life ... Higher ... More intense ... More accelerated ...
The hole has come back ...
The dream is worth it ... A last let oneself slip ...
Movement ... Be fast ...
There they are ... The look has broken ... Without emotions ...
The silence faster and
faster ... Higher ... More intense ... More accelerated ... The raw head ...
Like raping oneself ...
Again the brain leaking ... A few more drops to be sure ...
Notes like fixed gestures
... The blows ... Cutting carton faces ... Skimming the breath ...
The abcess of living ...
Sung ... Vomiting the emptiness ... The shot off and on ...
It's urgent ... Disgust is
warm and empty ... Music tricks ... Building castles of sound ...
Again the emptiness ... A
kind of boning ... Half a head ... I've spitted a bit of myself ... Close to
them ...
My gestures have been
useless ... Fast , fast , higher ... More intense ... More accelerated ...
Life is solid , it's
cutting ...
We run away through the
immobile looks .
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