[Welcome to the ultrasound station]
Let yourself loose, if the darkness overwhelms us, feel yourself give away this flesh.
If it emancipates us, I don't know which one synapse The ropes are torn. A being at the bottom of a deep door. Tinted red, the curtain begins to burn.
And it's as if all the centripetal spirits, united by the monster, the common and unitary nucleus, are disentangled, and disentangled, disentangled, they scatter like mist like air in nimes and I think I'm really saying something, like finding something,
Yonder, there are only four moons playing at bird: you know all the rainbows and the cave that It hides behind the eye, with all the visions and the Moorish ecstasies.
If you find the appropriate, exact question, dig it up.
Nietzsche, hugging a horse: “If you look too long into the abyss, the abyss will look into you”
We freed ourselves when it was too late, because we came, to make time, to stretch it and reduce it into a star over the desert. Stay in you We stole the magma and we come to bring it to you; we come to exorcise the length of the days so that it may make us seers; we are death moving away from you: welcome to the ultrasound station!
Come and harvest us before the bees make honey from us.
I have become a flower, full of insects, which eat me, alive after alive.
Welcome to the ultrasound station.