This is the medium the script the message the translation the past the future and the disruption the displacement the inscription and the de-scription the program of action the nightmare of the last days in Pompay is just the beginning of another day normal like any other who would notice ? Perhaps the new baby would not be able to understand why this human language is not enough to communicate its universal feelings Why that so why this How Why these souls when is it going to change and take a turn and shift it over and over again and so forth and through and take it and go and move and flow and try and grow and sing and crowl and touch the snow and the window glow through the eyes of the monkey toes ugly cut nails with weared of vernice in berenice one I was enjoying great tea and company that's not my cup of no milk today but the shadows keep flying over the city of thoughts beyond real and crispy thoughts break slowly even though you re walking on your toes the water is fucking cold and the dress sticks onto your skin and the musles slowly form beautiful shapes rounded smiling moons embrace my face and help my fly over a cloud a country of memories a museum a lie one more dream and its a never ending story as I breathe through my thoughts they grow bigger like roots that hold this sick planet together at least there is a bond that is stronger than the air of the imaginary dragons fly in the dark with reflections you can't see becaue you re blind. Wish you were real so I could marry you night.