to write

ina distant and highest of time-space, 

space. i am

elasticity,

pulsating gravitational black holes's tentacles, 

eternities of a constant change, 

evolving matter.

it is said that god came from a falling sky  

into an ashtray of hope.

nothing more than 

my madness descending into your body, 

warm, calm, embraced by light, 

as

she would travel back hoping to catch you, 

moving matter

every other day, 

altars are made.

and

every other day

my madness descends into your body, 

formulating simple fragments 

from prolonged alterations of its same matter. 

connected through their core, 

vixecitien from a  another moving matter. 

we end up in a grave, covered with more dirt than before.

inn here, 

nothinland, 

beasts without bodies roam savagely.

and nothing one can do, 

if they take pleasure from your life,

gutteralsprozaic troubled tantrumiepidemical sounds.

mutating

beasts into maniac brains,

day by day.

for our hunger games, shooting games

and still

one of us is near you.

as we salute.

this parasite city, 

living body on a suit, 

ina madman's space pit put, 

out of here, punching your face. 

a la derecha, y con su moyeja 'e gallina, navegando

balanceado sin izquierda se lanzaba,

cada destas dos tetillas de un cuerpo,

eran formas primitivas las destos varios pajarracos,

lobas sueltas, solitaria en cien, consumen de ti varios lunares.

cancer toxic crusader master yoda kin cayosamatacapun.