midnight ravings

you do not have to be a grey dying sparkle ... you should let the night burn in your eyes for tomorrow seems to be an illusion they have not managed to sell yet. the movements are wild, the mood is ecstatic: no theory, no law, no moral, no order of exchange, no time, no city, no history, no responsibility, no bodies. we have disrupted everything ... separated from any dreams. awake forever.

::: the road to fuck knows where :::

a riot

... never tear us apart ... because we are the only ones ... we watch the rivers ... full of dead butterflies ... and nothing comes to your mind ... just that breathing is painful ... and you ... if you ... if you run ... you will sooner or later ... face the fall ... because we are the only ones ... and

the lamp

will soon kill another moth ... we are the children of the most immoral crime ... the years of the drum have passed ... this sickness ... beyond the water of time ... leads me to a place ... where i will be able ... to distinguish

... my rage from my mind.

::: sinking :::