Another woman
sits on rose hips...

I like to rage on with
flying snakes. The fog deepens...

He has been spoken off.
Sometimes I feel...

Awakened
at the partition...

Cupping the water in hand,
you feel the nativity...

The cult moves in
circle. Stargazing...

When you stand still
in unbearable agony, the unquiet...

Sitting in the sun
preparing the relic, for...

Nothing has ever happened
to me. I meet my road...

Call me avenger,
after the punch line had...

Would you live without your
shell, one day? A chasm...

Performing to a script
you divide me like a fish...