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Guess who just got paid today
I've freed my back, got things to say
Step aside, I'm on a mission

To a higher level

Hurry boy, there's things to see
It's waiting here, it's waiting there

Dominant Species

The managment of energy will grant hegemony
Creatures of fire we become
cdapting better is the key for staying one step ahead
We will be the ones that will prevail

Survival machines

False Flag Event

They lie to our faces
Cuz they know you are zombified
Thousands of minds
Deceived through media
Fucking lies!

[2008] Binocular

Show me the warning
Show me everything I need to know
Show me the warning
I haven't tried this before

Gotta get away

I got my headrush helmet on
I'm in a state of euphoria
I watch my display
I feel safe
I see pixels, that's all
I'm in a state of the art box above you
Nothing can harm me

How I'd love to experience a heartquake
But oh so afraid it will end up with a heartache

These untimely little deaths
Would leave me out of breath
Life would flash before my eyes

You might become a liability

I am the constant comings and goings of my selves.
Some of them settling within, some going on. Others sojourning indefinitely, tuning in, tuning out.
New attendants join - cynicism, misanthropy, indifference. Should I embrace them or have them exorcised?
Oh this inevitable madness. Let it come. Transmute it by enduring it.
Let sorrow in. It will leave eventually. Otherwise it will stay knocking on your door forevermore.
Are you possessed still? Yes? Then what about now? Possessed still? Are you addicted still? Yes? Then what about now? Addicted still?
My hour of sanity. The unpredictable.
I meant to lead you away from madness, but that's exactly what drove you out of your mind.

At times I'm so preoccupied running
I forget paying attention to where I'm going
At times I'm so busy reaching ecstacy
I forget paying attention to all other needs

We've all got our methods of survival
These are mine

If my senses won't come to me
I better come to my senses
But I can't
I'm too scared of being scared

Like saving cancer-mice from labs
Or half-eaten flies from cobwebs
No sense of reality

Re-connect to an earlier time
The place of understanding
Seeing, knowing
Everything has changed

The memory keeps it open
Tick-tocking like a time bomb
The memory keeps it clear

[2000] Contentum

The days lean against
One another
And glide slowly into slippers
Of gathering darkness
Eve walks with velvet tread
Towards my orchard

A young man astride a rocking horse. His petticoats bristling. His eyes closed with pleasure enjoying the euphony of his fork scraping his plate.
Facing him sits a filthy oldie shaking his dentures like castanets. Whistling through his nostrils, giggling with tears in his eyes.
The clattering of my teeth. Sometimes a coff, sometimes an achoo.
Heard a cry for help, but didn't pay attention. Thought it was only myself as usual - the beldam of the bedlam.
A toothless hag moving eyeball-beads in an abacus. They stare so, they stare so on her rope of pearls: A row of Lilliputian skulls on a string.
The oldie chants the alphabet in an order he has fixed himself. Once he strode down the aisle with a wedding gown on an arm's length.
His bride-not-to-be (anymore) in the soil right outside.
The youngster tells about how he once lay in a bathtub barely conscious in rusty-bloody-red water.

[2008] Binocular

Wearing my tight tie
My new white shirt
The official image
Is ready to start the day

Flawless on the outside

Did you ever reconcider your life
Did you ever try to turn your motion twist
Did you ever believe in yourself
Do you still need the proof

Been choosing to walk under ladders
For much too long, much too long
Been trying to get back to where the connection starts

Borrow my imagination for a little while.
How can I comfort you? You say you like it this way. Night or day - it's the same to you.
Until that day I plant mercury globeflowers in my garden and until that night your beams make the flowers explode and spread your seeds.

Comfort? Yeah like putting plasters on a limb consumed by leprosy. Comfort? Yeah like sticking the head in the sand.

I conjured a miserable creature for you. A restless moonling always on the move. It founded its own nomadic state - Translunaria.
The moonling can never be seen from earth.

Can I trouble you for a ride
I’ve lost my way,and
Need to get moving on
If I can just go with you for a while
I’ll get the distance that I need
To see clearly

My plan backfired

As this path was never meant to be trodden by man
These flowers have been nurtured for none's eyes

These pebbles have never been washed ashore
These inner organs have never been exposed to light

Hyperion and Mimas orbit, for the pleasure of none
The marmot whistles for none's ear,