A black swan was worried
about the debt slaves...

Celebrating
the midnight at target shooting...

It was the interplay
between shadow and moon...

Uncovering your breasts
and waist...

Butterfly interrupted.
Fear grips the flowers...

What was the prophecy of
a slow moving floating name...

Wrestling with a theological
puzzle, I would like to talk...

A night of one thousand moons
and I am dancing...

In asci we stand like
spores in a floating pain...

Let us talk about ligation.
I don't want to push the...

Take the thorns away
from roses...

Why were you afraid
of unknown...