Oct 29, 2014

Friends, streets and glasses

Friends, streets and glasses
11.04.1993.ned / 12.02.1990

Friends, streets and glasses
Everything becomes dirty when night falls;
 I desperately wish that I somebody needs me,
But nowadays nobody bleeds for help.

I'm just a toadstool  of brain
The rest is choking animal: -
The machine, which is spinning hollow -
The important thing is just a mirror inside of the soul.

BLOOD ON WALLPAPERS as an echo of the future.
I enjoy praises /
God, I'm an egotist,
God, I'm a masochist, -
God

      I'm sleepy.

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