Thus said a boy ingrown and callow
to his mother...

She puts the knife on the lamb’s throat
but seeing the innocent lamb in the eyes...

(old one)
They conspired against songs...

Was I ever P like a penguin, living in icy...
or free like the D...

God is the basic good,
The rest, one, has to learn alone...

When the wind
at its hasty ingress...

Unleashing all my apathies
In the hands of this armchair...

Dawn to dawn
in the shrine of loneliness...

Two round mirrors with two focal glow
make an oval...

The Scream (1893) by Edvard Munch
He noticed nobody listens...

_Why when we are looking for everything
we end up with nothing...

The consumer is consumed
as consumption consummates...