what is the meaning of this life?
it feels virtual, it feels a dream,
but what are those things without the meaning i have given them?
i must give life to meaning, and meaning to life. Continue reading »
diablo
the clouds roll in overhead
i’m sinking
deadly rain is absorbed through my pores
the hour’s getting close, i can feel you coming near
well, talk of the devil, my son
and the devil will appear
el diablo
sabe mas por viejo que por diablo
sol
el padre de todo el mundo
cuando los animales te ponen atras
ya
lleva sin razon la bandera
hay, la llama adentro se quema no mas
se quema no mas
graypink
moor woke up and discovered he was in a steel corridor with many different hallways. at random intervals he found portholes made of thick dark glass. through the glass he could only see the dim glow of colors. most of the colors were gray and blue. he was fascinated and aroused by one porthole revealing a pinkish hue. Continue reading »
