Art is the deviation from ordinary.
God...

We live in time
and die...

I have always wondered
what that kid with profound shine in his eyes...

Safeguard your beauties
not in your masks...

He is so poor.
He has nothing yet honesty...

The consumer is consumed
as consumption consummates...

You macerate me and
I create art...

There was a little puppy
named Asskan...

This scrap of dirt
this portion of earth...

I and my odes
are never alone...

Life means the amnesia of death,
the amnesia of existence of the death...

Resolving past in future
that is why...