I gorge myself on u, I skip the magic

taste.......and then.....loose......the......the.....what?...aaaa, luv
wasted and blue, like some lousy,mediocre,bonnie....boy, no a girl...nono, a...color, yeah, that's right
and u get laughs, u get games, all the scratches, all the poems out of tune, all the...luv
maybe it's them, all the grudge-ones, all the potatoe-eaters, all the.....simple minded, the gifted, the easy-going ones....me.

taste....and then......find, and loose again, the ballet girl, all the pink thoughts and meds.

loose urself...and find...me.
Cause I like ur way of being remorseless and catchy....

at first u looked like a short dwarf.then u became a smaller pixie.
now u are sightless.
but I can hear u sing
what do ya sing?
I'll sing, too
don't smile.....it is not funny.
u are funny.
aldough sight less, aldough pail and vile.
u are funny
we could laugh together
except I don't like smiling with someone I don't see
sorry some other time....
just get some weight
yeah

they say they know....
they glance without saying....
they say without feeling....

u should do it as well....
u should embrace it than glance....

Fuck the rain.

u should hold it with no severe of formal cut....
u should like it with no severe of mere oblivion....

Fuck the sun.

they may say they know...
but u are positive they cannot possese the kind of brightness that
angels possese...

Fuck the rainbow.

because u possese everything they lack.....don't ya?

No, no and....noo.Why? Cause it unvoids my void ,if u can get it.Simply controles my appetites in a way really unreal to me.
Slowly makes the lift go up and down to the third floor without pressing the button...
Slowly sells the peaches and tomatoes when the trader has no peaches and tomatoes whatsoever...
Makes the seas roll and become dry...
Lies to lie itself making it true...
Paints the town with colourless brush and raises the ground up to the skys.....slowly, badly and.....more blue than ever.....making it navy blue.
When I consider it's jokes...it's funny side.....becomes green....and the kind of green I like...I taste... I consider a void.
So, I guess I don't even get it...it's here, I don't want it here....It's there....I do not want it to be far....I frown.
Like some bosh I find great.Like some bogus I find great.Like some me I don't wanna chase.
Absurdity, dullness, idiocy, craze and nothing.
I'll make it something.

Maybe he felt like a prisioner in his own custody.
Maybe the otherones tried to excape as well.
For certain they didn't make it....
For certain they died.....

Last rain that supposed to shine the closing winter has past away.
No one to call, no one to love.

All the birds that wanted to became a part of the mass which stays during the winter rages,
have lost their track.
No one to see, no one to feel.

Than u ask ,why doesn't he run, or hide, or sing, or at least cry....
He tells u with his eyes that he tries...
Tries to become intolerant to such pain, or lose, or grime, or solitary...
U understand don't u?
U understand that he's just a lone soul whose feelings were missplaced with his bending breath.
Maybe he felt like a prisioner in his own custody...
Maybe he did not know of affection, love or life....
Maybe he will vanish without his winter.
But just maybe zest will be his anquor, his safe, his liquor that's pure, his winter.....

I want to have a woeistic prison
I want to imprison u in it
I will swallow the key
I will say the dog ate it
U will sit on a bench
Won't have anything to eat nor drink
Won't be able to sleep
I will bring u liquor that sings about chocolate
Those sounds will put u to sleep
Nightmares that u produce will tell me a secret
A dumb one
U don't want to run away
U like the white bench

sometimes she makes sounds imposible to hear.
then he listens without listening.
he feels her sounds.
she makes footprints in the snow as if it's the only thing to do while sad.
then he makes the sun jump up and melt the frezzings.
what will u say when he makes his move.
what will u think when he closes the infatnation.
what will ya feel when he starts to luv.

Infatnation is not as same as loving.
the former is something that she is glad to have.
something which connects her with the world.everdying world.
while the latter is a fruit ripned under the sun which he brought up to shine.

well, perhaps she does infact adoure the snow.
who said she dislikes the sadness and the snow footprints.
he will lose and brake.
his sun will set.
his love will freeze.

she will continue to be someone whose sounds make no fucking sound....
Love does not exist.
Infatnation is something joyful, something needful.
love is between the devil and the deep sea.
between the woe and joy.
why not choosing the infatnation than...it has no woe in it.

Somehow it dawned apon me.the horrible pink toughts and meds.the solitude of men surrounded by people.the little girl of disloyal parents that keeps her friend's secrets.my toys that by night become dreadfully mature.a worm in a peach that likes the apples.white dress that once was black.my gray.my world that isn't yours, my world that isn't mine.devotion and hate.divine and horror.here and there.now and never.meat and liquor.you.me.nothing.something.
I was able to lift the oceans.I was able to drain the hills.I was able to cry.I was able to die.
I am able to see beauty in not so beautiful ways. I am able to fly with no wings, lie with no lies.
I am able to smile.
I see some reason in what u do.I get u.I see u as figure.a nice one for that matter.
Sell out for your good figure.It figures.
Sell out for your shine-all-the-room-smile.It figures.
Sell out for your moves in jeans.
For your step'n'jazz.
I luv u less so I could luv u long...
I see u less so I could see u than...
I gorge myself on u ...I skip the magic.
I don't need u, I have u.
I don't see u, I feel u.
I....smile.
Hey,smile too dude.