Da madrugada de dia 19:

black fucking metal

the obsolete turns to vomit
night sprays over my head the darkest, strangest, foreign sounds of recapitulation
overly sensible
too much for one's mist and sweetness

words can be, simply

they need not cry intention
just pointless drama

who understands life better than the dead?
surely not you, boys and girls
who seek reaffirmation in social grandeur.

open your wounds and dive into them

remember nothing
- remember yourself

be, without
always lone,
always the same ill structure pointing towards the unsolvable

other heads could change my world
but i cannot change the other heads

oh, fuck it