Unsolved Ideas of a Distorted Guest

They twist and tangle in this circle of sand

Unclassified

They crawl up the walls everywhere, without precisions

Shapes in a giant bunny's cranium

Hopping and irresolute

Unsolved ideas of a distorted guest

No justifications, for these flavors are tasty passages

The pleasure of sharing a so special collection

If only I had some mechanical apparatus

Involved with my torso

My personal darkness would fade out to the nine winds

Blown away by grafting cells

She tasted spontaneity with an honorable mission in

mind

Just to spit out intense squares of uncolored ink

In the face of a pulsating mass of flesh

Talking nonsense on its throne

Damn well she did!

And in view of that case

The oracle declared

That it would be more pleasant to be naturalized

Than to make conversation

With a blind beholder in need of affection

Only to find the same patterns on the fast lane

We are within the nonsense of a larger plan

Worthy of some salt pouring on a bloodied part

Merry, merry, joy, joy!

A nice and pleasant dip in an acid pool

Don't you see my smile?

I just glow with derision!

Or perhaps my eyes, turning pitch black

Only want to pierce these dense walls all around me

They always do when sarcasm is on the verge of punching

a well-earned goal

Horns and screams are tools

For the altered thoughts of an attitude

Rooted in multiple layers of beings

We once lost our wings

And can't ignore the excruciating pain of a grounded

life

We are within the nonsense of a larger plan

Worthy of some salt pouring on a bloodied part

Sonority Divine!

Positive feelings made this frustration vanish

In a shout of pure energy

To blend is not to bend

To be is one two three

Impulsions on the throne

Choices for you alone

The earth is not round

Sans même user de paroles intelligibles,

Ils se comprenaient tous

Alignés du même coté de la démence temporaire

Ces sons qui salivent de sens éparpillés

Signalaient un état d'esprit intense et implacable

And in view of that case

The oracle declared

That it would be more pleasant to be naturalized

Than to make conversation

With a blind beholder in need of affection

Only to find the same patterns on the fast lane