one and the same

oh, help me find the way to resist the night's hallucination. because i would to sit in that kitchen and watch the blue lightnings in the socket. strange sun, indeed. when the man comes in the morning, hide your hand. when the woman comes in the morning, open one eye. she will call you one eyed bandit, but nevermind. actually, there will be no morning. are you sure? yes, maybe, why?

::: space travels in my blood and there ain't nothing i can do about it :::