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never spill the water on the floor
never standing behind the half opened door
the secrets of the families are precious and more
your friend's mother will never be sure

short time ago you were walking home the road you know
never seemed it was a great big deal
the stores around were selling without paying bill

secret is what you keep hidden from anyone
but that’s the reason why you always want to open your heart
skip it
skip it
skip it

eternal voices are my companions for 1853 kilometres of unsound //
galloping slowly causes pain in back and neck // still there is something to connect

obsession does not regret
that all the thoughts are poisoned
the inner being is kinda possessed
the space in my head is pretty noisy
it’s pretty noisy
it’s pretty noisy

you rebounded so much fire

suffocation before the knowing how long lasts the dawn
following the movement of current non stop playing song
starting from the point when it last'd long
visited your page on something dot com
makes me wanna come
home sweet home
though i never had one
these feels make me warm

swipe swipe swipe
to the left to the right
right way to make it worse
when the true true truth
becomes the worst

subconsciousness
makes no sense

everything is in a serious disorder
there is need in white or colorful sheets
and plates for the table
the plain omelette smells like rats
nobody cares about that
the wall contains industrial waste
how much can a guest be amazed
acting just for high drama

You might notice that in some ways the effects of our winter experiences are similar. You write of a constant sense of fullness, an almost overabundance of inner being, which from the outset counterbalances and compensates all deprivations and losses that might possibly come. In the course of my work this last long winter, I have experienced a truth more completely than ever before: that life’s bestowal of riches already surpasses any subsequent impoverishment. What, then, remains to be feared? Only that we might forget this! But around and within us, how much it helps to remember!

you got to go to the lonesome valley
you got to go

it ain't no story of my life
it's just how i feel
when i'm so broken
without any heal

Je suis dur
Je suis tendre
Et j'ai perdu mon temps
A rêver sans dormir
A dormir en marchant
Partout où j'ai passé
J'ai trouvé mon absence
Je ne suis nulle part

...seek to stay present, even as the ghosts attempt to draw us away. Our father manning the loom of eternal return. Our mother wandering toward paradise, releasing the thread. In my way of thinking, anything is possible. Life is at the bottom of things and belief at the top, while the creative impulse, dwelling in the center, informs all. We imagine a house, a rectangle of hope. A room with a single bed... Walls papered in faded floral fall away and burst as a newborn meadow speckled with sun and a stream emptying into a greater stream where a small boat awaits with two glowing oars and one blue sail.

Harder go down down 'cause it's harder harder [x4]