What a hugless night!
Such infectious cruelty...
it takes a single moment to
wake up and face the...
The freedom was never gained
whether after...
stars whisper
to the ear...
Through as an arrow,
the might of all my aspires...
Rescuing sculptures
from the rugged boulders is...
It was only for a few moments
but they were infinite...
They grieve their loved ones
to death then are the loudest...
Everything is for acting
I am an entertainer...
The Scream (1893) by Edvard Munch
He realized there...
Corroding in sinews,
blooming in soul...
Life is a line, curve, something of a design
in a crystal ball...