I struggle to wake up. The pavement is ***** and filthy. South of scalded fire wounds
the asphalt is blackening. Rubber gums smell of moist tar mucus: Smoky
exhaust pipe lungs, fresh air polluted! - I'd hope again, but as a hot chimney chimney:
 
The red, atomic rays of a bombshell are wounded by the Sun: Wounded in the Twilight. I don't feel like moving out either!
I'd rather be crudely hard, chubby-ice cubes on the bottom of the freezers, dumb sweat-
in the waves of Eden captivity, when I know and feel that my dear is beside me in everything!
 
I wanted funnel ice specials; honey-flavored sorbets, a cavern of ice cream, sullenly
I look at my lover who is about to disappear behind the mountains: S fatigue, even in abstinent-sober state
I was a drunken freak, drunk while Summer was coming! - Food, my drinks are all spitting
has been the victim of an air invasion!
 
Waste from light-weight decomposers. It's best to turn everything off at this time - don't go
the expensive bill is also a matter of complaint: get overwhelmed, run into the suffocating
to destruction, to silence! To look at the broken letters of our past for forgiveness
hope when everything seemed to be lost!
 
Sometimes the insomnia disease is often tempted, thanked, and there can be no freedom the next day
enough to relax in the way of what's tiring, what's saturating! The ear embalming is ******* us
as the insatiable greed of leeches - it is very difficult to preserve the morals of our purity!