dresden

sun opium is unfolding the flea market. the river is blue and yellow. the kirche is red just like any other burning ship. it reminds us of the constant blackness of our souls. just over the curve. of glass and metal. just like any other germany of this world. the apple of my eye is a tombstone. it hides the collapsing walls, all the gazes that stopped. ... drop another ... the terror will survive forever.

"mustard gas and roses"