The emoj and your smileys in the moonlight shone a shadow of love
My kundalini arose from the swampland of you embrace.
The touch is a piece of rock
The Love is a piece of rock
When you scurried through the bass sound of the redemption, remorse and tears
On the rock there were statues of nymphs in the lakes of psychedelica of flowers
Mushrooms were dried up
You never went to my show at the Sloth Arts Wednesday Night
I played an abrasive and transgressive melody on my alto saxophone
Quenching your thirst for the sex-love-union
We were artificial in the Nature of Scream, Moan and Growl
I improvised the noiscape with my synth and my cry for the spoken ambience
An android would have been more than the fluids than the Real
In the Realm of our sensibilities and your smell revoked a memory that was in 91, 92, 79, 80 and 2006
Though the strumming of electric guitar on the chorus effect pedal evoked the perfume of Opium, Lulu and hilarious and crystal-clear senses.
You came sloppy and the fleur de mal was brought to the trial in the Castle.
Pain and Longing thus were under water and the tip of iceberg was shot by the jet fighter J15
We were blasted off in cracks and shattered into nothingness
We got up alone and coughed like in the hell
Then we drank tea and coffee
No. you drank instant coffee and I drank a bowl of black tea soaked in the boiling water boiled by your kettle
So we will see again and drank Scotch no – the Scottish whiskey bought by you on Ebay and delivered from overseas
You drank more spirits than me.
I was in the cloud and you were in the cloud
We came together twice or three times.
I wasn’t harsh on you; maybe you were earnest for a s/m crying game and you are always a doll in the Doll’s House
I fucked as if I were an android
Emotional, Sensitive and forever on flames