Без отрова не мога, бялото става на черно. През спомени говоря, потъвам закономерно.

There is something very deeply religious about star-gazing or collecting stamps, or building shrines out of fly-ridden cow heads.

The youth that was I, Schrödinger said, there is no intermediate break no death... nor will there ever be.

But in the real world, in the physical world, you, you were born to a line of fucking monsters...

I keep talking to you. Whether you passed in your sleep or your brain shut down or your body turned against you...

I once gazed into the water and a shadow gazed back into me.

One can easily think what is the unthinkable. But how does one forget what is unforgettable?

Caffeine peaks bringing on the tidal flow. Rabbit heart beats cardboard melts to painted snow.

Вълните кротко плискат под облаците над брега. От ветровете тайно искам шепота им да крада.

If I were the man To wake up next to you For a year, I would...

The softhearted whisper of the cerulean space.