The smoke whirls around the air...
It vanishes like a ghost
Like an ethereal fluid, it flows
Like a specter, mingles in reality without being seen...
What are we but some filter for the soul
An instrument playing the song our unseen master orders us to
The organic filter 神さま made for their creations to juggle and wiggle about...
Like a weed planted to invade and expand throughout the land
Carved by 神さま finest artists to infect the world with its poisonous manipulated will
Like a physical avatar of the ethereal beings
We're smoked by them
Whirling around reality
Morphing its shape through the smoke released
Burlesque arabesques floating and flowing
And vanishing in thin air
Through the flow of time...
History is nothing but the explanation of the origins of the disease of the world and its consequences...
How we dried out its resources
And smoked them like pros
Letting ourselves wandering around the ruins of Earth like hobos
Begging for the survival of the human fag
Just to enjoy a little more time in the land of the living material...
神龍、15日4月2012年
Sunday, April 15, 2012
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