fixed guy against a wall.
days, hours, without food or sleep.
THINK FOR YOURSELF .
A huge explosion outside his window
destroys its appeal.
QUESTION AUTHORITY
Destroy
small black sphere that formed between him and the wall.
YOU TO THINK FOR YOURSELF QUESTION AUTHORITY MUST
In the street a large crater
between two huge buildings.
The boy ran out of the building directly facing
crater and people around him. Steady
stares into the middle and deep
same.
Days and nights
billion people crossing in front and behind him. Slowly
inside out
a millimeter a day
close the crater in front of the intrepid boy
sucking and expires only with every millimeter.
His beard grows and grows along with the shekels
moon and his face
aging along with the birth of each new life.
THE WAR ON DRUGS
The boy comes to his bedroom again, with a large
amount of beauty in her face, Motuda
that covers everything.
The bathroom, the mirror is installed
staring at himself.
Millimeter by millimeter
the beautiful fine
slow and deliberate retreat to hide in full within the dermis.
IS A WAR ON PERSONAL FREEDOMS
Relying on the wall before watching intently,
the boy hit his head
eyes tightly closed to
dropping a tear over
and swallows his pain along with their saliva.
sits back in its original place, look to the sky
silencing a scream. Fixed
his eyes again, the little black world
reappears.
days, hours, without food or sleep.
THINK FOR YOURSELF .
A huge explosion outside his window
destroys its appeal.
QUESTION AUTHORITY
Destroy
small black sphere that formed between him and the wall.
YOU TO THINK FOR YOURSELF QUESTION AUTHORITY MUST
In the street a large crater
between two huge buildings.
The boy ran out of the building directly facing
crater and people around him. Steady
stares into the middle and deep
same.
Days and nights
billion people crossing in front and behind him. Slowly
inside out
a millimeter a day
close the crater in front of the intrepid boy
sucking and expires only with every millimeter.
His beard grows and grows along with the shekels
moon and his face
aging along with the birth of each new life.
THE WAR ON DRUGS
The boy comes to his bedroom again, with a large
amount of beauty in her face, Motuda
that covers everything.
The bathroom, the mirror is installed
staring at himself.
Millimeter by millimeter
the beautiful fine
slow and deliberate retreat to hide in full within the dermis.
IS A WAR ON PERSONAL FREEDOMS
Relying on the wall before watching intently,
the boy hit his head
eyes tightly closed to
dropping a tear over
and swallows his pain along with their saliva.
sits back in its original place, look to the sky
silencing a scream. Fixed
his eyes again, the little black world
reappears.
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