Ishikoridome No Mikoto

08.05.2007., utorak

Eh. Pa sad.

I have a broken thought. My name is Alone And My ribs cannot bear my soul. I don't have a father. My ancestor are of Earth. They're Universal. Heavy are my bones Fastened around my brains, Filthy cultural waste. I have a mother. My mother is a dissolved figure. She is of lullaby and of predestination; Designated to be my spectacular one. I also had a brother. My brother is god, With all of his lifeforce violently thickened within his very eyes. Yesterday I saw an Independent With a flaming Universailor Attached to his Pendant There were once We. But Universe cracked He slipped against Our brains, Drowned into Solidarity. When moon sets its quarters to erased sun valley, There we shall stand as One Shall we? Counting the remaining dusty hours in powder chambers So I have no father Nor I'd rather have more Then my Universal Mother. Let us knit the Value together. One more life down, Eternity in my same old body To go.

- 00:11 - "Mind if I smoke?" (2) - "-Care if I do." - #