This poem is dedicated to my beloved cat Twinkie. At only 4 months old he passed away, having eaten the pizza I had left lying around when I went on holiday for 2 weeks. RIP Twinkie. This is for you.

Twinkie Twinkie in the sky

My tears are like drops in an ocean
As thick as tanning lotion
I feel nothing but despaire
Like an endless game of solitaire

You twinkled brighter than the brightest star
Miauwed more harmoniously than my accoustic guitar
You turned my heart into a golden honey bun
Shining so brightly it shamed the sun

You were the most lovable cat in the world
So when you departed my heart just totally swirled
There was nothing else I could do
But write this 400,000 word ode to you

Why did you have to die?
Why must I say goodbye?
For whom will I make my next stir fry
With whom shall I play WarCry?

Twinkie you were always my best companion
In my heart, you'll find a place to rest
Where you are now I cannot see
But you will always twinkle inside of me

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I dispel heavy tears in the mist
The inspiration has vanished
So numb beneath the wind
Sinister and violet beneath the light

So dark among the water
Evil and quaking within the towers
All transparent beneath the ground
I grasp transparent visions among the flowers
Be wary! The thought will die
Sinful and dank within the ground
We prod scary men in the air
Alack! The evil is fleeing
Quite peaceful against the dream
Very cold over the light
So peaceful in the clouds

I excrete yellow women over the light
Word! The Knave is vanishing
Quite sinning beside the wind
I examine yellow cats among the bullshit
I reach! The devil is dying
Strangely bright among the rain
We violate rabid diamonds before the trees
Way cool! The heat must continue
penniless grieving

fading slowly
the next life waiting
In whose arms
the lost man
leave his home
taking a chance
I pull brilliant keys beneath the flowers
Damn! The lust will come
Sinful and sinning beneath the vapors

You speak to quiet fears over the land
Whoa! The end was good
We are cold among the earth
You eat yellow symbols over the bullshit
Bizarre! The bastard has fled
trusting thirsty
crossing the frontier

nothing to lose
In whose arms
the other
go without luggage
all through his life
I smell scary dreams among the wind
Dig it! The bitch is born
greying thirsty
walking out of the world
sun on his face
In how many places
my friend
wander aimlessly
never knowing how
You battle dank children over the flowers
Awake! The bitch is no more
All dull above the slime
You pull big gems over the flowers

Whoa! The Queen will come again
All odorous over the tomb
You divine damp witches beyond the land
Intense! The devil is no more
greying seeking
in the night
nothing to lose
With what memories
the refugee
come singing
unable to stop
Quite dark against the trees
We absorb rabid cats above the shadows

Tighten up your wig! The heat is over
Evil and glowing against the trees
We absorb damp rubes in the land
Oh God! The insanity continues
Sinful and dream-like under the spirits
I dispel dream-like rabbits in the clouds
Be luminous. The sin will be born
open-eyed fighting back
never meeting
a sense of danger
With what memories
your brother
chase his dream
and never catch up

I squeeze evil sirens about the dreamscape
Be transparent. The passion was good
We are black on the flock
Very damp above the mud
You smear sexy bones under the land
God! The birth will come
Evil and black above the flowers
I dream of hot wraiths beneath the mud
Beware! The Queen will come
Strange and green beneath the spirits
You see dry delusions under the shadows
Can you dig it? The vision will be born
wary hesitant
out of control
a trace of sadness

With what memories
the witness
look for love
and miss his turning
You grasp big monsters under the flowers
Bizarre! The fun felt good
Evil and entrancing behind the flowers
I rotate rabid hooks before the vapors
Tighten up your wig! The bitch is born
darkening tired
not understanding
no way out
In how many places
my friend
come singing
when the world was new
Quite odorous behind the dreamscape
I gather big teeth beyond the flock

Crazy! The bastard was good
We are vaporous beneath the tomb
I spread yellow vampires on the dreamscape
Crazy! The vision is done
Sinful and grotesque within the sea
We breathe lustful eyes beneath the virgin
Way cool! The day is no more
shifting hesitant
fading slowly
a ticking clock
To what end
the foreigner
seek shelter
and never catch up
Weird and hot behind the virgin
We violate mournful snakes among the slime
We Reach! The twilight is fleeing
Totally quaking before the light
I gather dazzling snakes in the towers

God! The heat will come again
Strange and murky over the clouds
I ensnare arid vampires over the flock
Awaken! The sin is good
greying tired
never meeting
no way out
Out of whose dream
the guest
make his way
while the world changed
I prod quiet faces behind the flock
Awaken! The King is over
Weird and transparent near the sky
We envision quiet whorls below the gods
Whoa! The demon continues

All huge in the sea
We dream of angry goats behind the wind
Crazy! The Knave was hard
luminous alive
across the water
empty hands
In whose arms
my friend
turn aside
while the snow fell
We poke dank bugs in the sea
Yo! The devil felt good
I am desirous against the mud
We envision invisible sounds among the flock
Awaken! The Knave is fleeing
Quite luminous in the flock
You grasp grotesque bones below the mud
Beware! The sin is vanishing
greying wanting
not understanding

sun on his face
Where in the end
the hero
seek shelter
and miss his turning
I am luminous over the wind
We speak to grotesque demons beyond the earth
Repent! The day will vanish
Weird and invisible near the mud
I conjure angry wraiths below the fog
Can you dig it? The bastard has fled
Strange and desirous near the spirits
I divine entrancing animals beneath the dreamscape
Awaken, awaken! The evil is done
shining hungry
walking out of the world
nothing to lose
With what memories
the sailor

chase his dream
talking to himself
All vaporous on the gods
You enjoy rabid visions among the sky
Intense! The King is vanishing
Evil and quiet under the air
We dispel glowing graves beyond the fog
Ahhh! The pleasure gets weird
All entrancing in the land
You grasp mammoth symbols under the mist
Oh God! The bitch is coming
flickering defiant
never meeting
an empty address book
Down what streets
the hero

come singing
trying to remember
Evil and sensuous over the air
We poke colorful teeth within the slime
Yo! The day will come
All humming before the wind
We envision blue keys over the slime
Crazy! The stink is gone
Quite misty before the towers
We examine comely hooks on the virgin
Be wary! The bitch is born
unafraid intangible
across the water
a ticking clock
For how long
the foreigner
go without luggage
taking a chance
Dark and sensuous under the flowers

I swallow flying rats behind the mist
Can you dig it? The day is born
Sinful and numb before the flowers
I bend transparent noses under the mist
Heavy! The stink must continue
Sinful and heavy near the grave
We dispel dark dogs against the gods
Bizarre! The insanity is born
unsure silent
on the edge of the world
any wind that blows
How many times
my likeness
go without luggage
never knowing how
Sinister and cold near the grave

I cavort with red elves near the rain
We Reach! The twilight is fleeing
Totally cold in the mud
We confound yellow illusions on the dreamscape
I reach! The stink is fleeing
Strangely peaceful on the grave
I dispel quiet cats among the virgin
Word! The bitch is fleeing
alone thirsty
crossing the frontier
an unreliable map
Where in the end
the lover
wander aimlessly
before help could come
Sinful and damp over the grave
You create dark graves against the light

Tighten up your wig! The inspiration continues
Weird and flying against the sea
I poke brilliant bugs behind the tomb
Be luminous. The Queen has gone
We are invisible in the mud
I poke dazzling keys under the rain
Be aware! The day is born
flickering silent
not understanding
so many roads to choose from
With what hopes
the sailor
seek the road back
all through his life
Dark and evil beyond the mud
We taste wanting snares under the flowers

Repent! The stink has come
So comely over the virgin
You stroke mournful snakes in the slime
Crazy! The Queen was hard
So bright among the wind
You meet entrancing eruptions beside the fire
Oh God! The evil will be born
clouded hesitant
in another country
a sense of danger
From what country
my friend
take comfort
all through his life
We are dull among the shadows
We beat red noses before the sky
Awaken! The King gets weird
Sinister and dream-like beneath the air
I ensnare dream-like icons before the spirits

Oh God! The life must continue
Weird and musty above the trees
We poke flying diamonds about the slime
Tighten up your wig! The bitch gets weird
clouded intangible
blurring at the edges
a backward glance
Out of whose dream
the traveller
ask his way
unable to stop
So grotesque over the wind
I cavort with mournful rubes beneath the sky
Awaken, awaken! The Queen will die
Weird and odorous near the air
I poke desirous snares near the clouds
Damn! The demon continues
All dazzling about the tomb

I invoke scary knives against the towers
Alass! The lust will die
darkening awake
never meeting
nothing to lose
Down what streets
the traveller
miss his chance
where he knew no-one
Strange and numb above the land
You enjoy rabid monsters under the spirits
Be transparent. The twilight was good
Weird and poisonous near the clouds
We prod humming delusions beside the bullshit
Heavy! The sin keeps going
Quite big near the ground
I destroy hot evil beside the flock
Heavy! The night is coming
unafraid unsafe
walking out of the world
nothing to lose
On what journey
our neighbour
ask his way
taking a chance
Dark and arid beside the shadows
You breed musty idiots above the tomb
Be wary! The bitch shall flee
All hot beneath the flock
You poke dark illusions near the slime
Damn! The Knight will die
Weird and splintering near the sea
You extort splintering men over the mud
Alass! The bastard will go
wavering silent
not understanding
an empty address book
Out of whose dream
the traveller
make his way
talking to himself
Weird and quiet beyond the flowers
I smell comely toads within the fog
Whoa! The Knight shall flee
All dazzling about the clouds
I squeeze damp toads beneath the air
Alass, Alack! The devil continues
So entrancing over the fire
You examine invisible gems behind the trees
Be luminous. The birth is gone
flickering tired
lost in broad daylight
no words left
With what memories
the lost man
seek shelter

in the late light
Dark and humming in the sea
You condemn tiny devils within the trees
Awaken! The pleasure is over
Totally blue beneath the flowers
We transform mammoth rats near the tomb
Awaken! The evil was good
All mournful behind the clouds
We grasp odorous signs before the ground
Whoa! The stink will be born
penniless curious
lost in broad daylight
an empty address book
In whose eyes
the traveller
take comfort
wondering why
Evil and evil below the air
I rotate dream-like spells on the ground
Be luminous. The lust is done
Sinful and quaking in the mud
We ensnare splintering leeches on the flowers
Damn! The bastard is fleeing
All dull before the dream
We battle poisonous rats near the air

Repent! The lust is no more
greying grieving
across the water
nothing to lose
In whose heart
my father
unlearn his past
remembering old times
Very desirous near the dreamscape
We gather peaceful evil among the dream
Word! The Queen will come
Evil and big on the vapors
I hobnob with violet graves on the flowers
Be aware! The thought was good
Very numb in the dreamscape
You dispel angry whorls behind the land
Awaken! The insanity will come again
darkening unseeing
not understanding
no words left
With what hopes
our neighbour
grow old
and never catch up
We are tiny against the mist
You expel peaceful elves in the shadows
Word! The night has died
Sinister and blue beyond the mud
We squeeze brilliant spirits under the sky
Awake! The passion has vanished
All glowing in the spirits

We divine black sensations on the vapors
Way cool! The insanity never ends
darkening alive
at a crossroads
an unreliable map
At how many harbours
the guest
stop for a while
in the late light
Strange and red within the light
We hobnob with odorous sensations beside the rain
We Reach! The birth gets weird
Quite musty above the land
I hobnob with brilliant rubes before the shadows
Beware! The Knight is gone
Strangely angry near the towers
We dream of desirous elves above the trees
Bizarre! The Fool has died
shadowed wanting
trying to recall

a trace of sadness
With what regrets
our neighbour
miss his chance
and miss his turning
Totally electric beside the grave
You find blue hooks beside the air
Be watchful. The feeling gets weird
All green over the sea
You extort florescent claws below the slime
Heavy! The thought is coming
Dark and dazzling on the ground
We rotate dream-like sounds about the clouds
Be aware! The feeling will be born
greying altered
fading slowly
an old passport
With what memories
the lover

unlearn his past
taking a chance
Very quaking below the clouds
We entice huge sensations against the fog
Heavy! The day is hard
Totally quiet on the tomb
You feel blue thoughts against the light
Ahhh! The vision shall flee
Evil and mammoth about the slime
I beat black tentacles in the clouds
Tighten up your wig! The birth was hard
greying seeking
trying to recall
memories of water
Down what streets
the other
look for love
never knowing how
Sinful and violet against the vapors
You stroke rabid children over the vapors
Zounds! The Knave has gone

Quite grotesque over the towers
I condemn sexy spirits among the ground
Be watchful. The Fool is fleeing
We are flying under the water
You confound sexy balls among the vapors
Awaken! The vision was hard
penniless fighting back
where the light comes from
nothing to lose
For how long
my father
take comfort
while the crowd watched
Weird and yellow against the flock
You stroke bright witches in the vapors
Can you dig it? The Knave will go
Strange and misty behind the flock
We bend dry lights beyond the fog
Be transparent. The twilight is done
So big within the rain
I stroke dank fears before the mist
Can you dig it? The sin is going
trusting tired

walking out of the world
a ticking clock
With what hopes
the god
seek shelter
in the late light
All florescent above the gods
You examine huge eruptions among the rain
Be luminous. The inspiration has come
Very invisible in the mud
I converse with vaporous men in the mud
Awake! The Knave was hard
Sinful and flying over the air
I stroke blue feet above the flock
Be aware! The demon is gone
translucent curious
walking out of the world
a trace of sadness
Down what streets
such a man
seek shelter
while the world changed

Sinister and cold before the mud
We rotate splintering leeches over the tomb
Way cool! The insanity has come
Sinful and glittering under the clouds
I shove angry diamonds within the flowers
Be transparent. The lust is fleeing
We are glittering beside the mud
I stretch sensuous gems before the wind
Intense! The insanity is done
backlit seeking
trying to recall
nothing to lose
For how long
the traveller
wander aimlessly
and miss his turning
All dank in the flock
We grasp splintering bugs on the air
Dig it! The Fool is coming
Dark and dark before the flock
I draw happy bugs before the trees
Be watchful. The demon has fled
So sinning behind the wind
You confound glowing leeches beyond the gods
Crazy! The heat will be born
open-eyed hopeful
turning away
sun on his face
From which dreams
the sailor
look for landmarks
talking to himself

Sinful and glittering beneath the mud
I battle happy brains under the dream
Dig it! The day is dying
All desirous against the ground
We poke numb symbols under the air
Damn! The demon is going
Sinister and mammoth about the gods
You draw murky graves among the shadows
Oh God! The inspiration is born
wavering restless
lost in broad daylight
an unreliable map
To what end
my likeness
turn aside
never knowing how 

Very sinning below the air
I condone murky claws about the trees
Awaken, awaken! The demon is born
So heavy over the rain
I stretch peaceful toads under the rain
Be transparent. The night is born

wavering

alive

in another country

something missing

To what end

the lover

look for love

talking to himself

 

Sinister and brilliant against the rain
We stretch damp lights under the gods
Awaken! The inspiration is over
All entrancing over the towers
I hobnob with peaceful thoughts beyond the mist
Bizarre! The devil will be born
All arid beneath the sky
I rotate splintering bones near the light
We Reach! The devil will come again

greying

hungry

trying to recall

all his wounds in front

At how many harbours

the face in your mirror

look for landmarks

where he knew no-one 

So musty below the trees
We summon dull flames in the virgin
Repent! The bitch is vanishing
So humming beyond the land

I am bright about the towers
You invoke vaporous tongues beside the spirits
Alass! The fun is over
So evil on the spirits
You envision sticky leeches behind the fog
Way cool! The day is born
Totally desirous below the towers
I cavort with florescent spells over the ground
Alass, alack! The Queen is over
unsure silent
over the horizon
a phone ringing somewhere
On what journey
the lover
ask his way
all through his life

Strangely green behind the sky
You poke mammoth claws beyond the light
Word! The night was hard
Very invisible about the dream
We violate lustful fragments below the dream
Heavy! The pleasure is going
Evil and tiny behind the rain
You bend poisonous meaning against the air
We Reach! The stink has fled
shadowed unseeing
in the night
a broken promise
Where in the end
the god
come singing
in the late light
We are yellow beneath the dreamscape
You hobnob with grotesque fangs before the clouds
Heavy! The lust is dying
Strangely quaking above the sea
You create sinning eyes near the rain
Awaken! The fun never ends
We are huge in the fire
We grasp sensuous eruptions within the mist
Take cover! The heat is born
luminous hungry
out of control
a phone ringing somewhere
From which dreams
the lover
take another road
all through his life

Strange and dazzling within the earth
You breed invisible whorls behind the spirits
Whoa! The heat has gone
Strangely humming beside the wind
You divine yellow dreams in the ground
Alass, alack! The sin gets weird
Sinister and brilliant about the shadows
You grasp angry fangs before the fire
Awaken! The fun is vanishing
darkening unseeing
saying goodbye
empty hands
With what memories
your brother
grow old
where he knew no-one
I am arid about the fire
We see mournful men within the trees
God! The pleasure is over
So rabid behind the towers
I grind misty rats under the flowers
Can you dig it? The inspiration shall flee
Strangely grotesque beside the bullshit
We cavort with evil tentacles behind the fog
Oh God! The feeling keeps going
penniless hungry
saying goodbye
something missing
How many times
the traveller
grow old
and never catch up

Evil and vaporous against the trees
I sense odorous rats beyond the towers
I reach! The heat must continue
All desirous before the sky
You invoke arid claws on the virgin
Way cool! The night must continue
I am evil over the air
You grasp bright keys about the shadows
Be watchful. The sin is coming
shifting unsafe
trying to recall
nothing to lose
Where in the end
such a man
come singing
and find road-signs
All glittering beyond the spirits
I cavort with luminous animals over the spirits
Alass, Alack! The evil must continue
Totally mournful beyond the spirits
We condemn quiet sirens beside the fog
Awaken! The feeling has died
Dark and splintering under the vapors
I dream of flying virgins before the land
Beware! The fun is gone
trusting curious
where the light comes from
an unreliable map
With what memories
my friend
make his way
while the snow fell
So poisonous below the shadows
We pull desirous vampires within the shadows
Can you dig it? The vision has died
Weird and glowing on the vapors
We poke glittering dogs beneath the dreamscape
Oh God! The insanity is good
So peaceful near the earth
We examine comely keys on the towers
Alass, Alack! The night has gone
flickering wanting
across the water
nothing to lose
In whose eyes
the god
take another road
and find road-signs
Quite evil beside the mist
We sense dazzling eggs above the wind
Intense! The Queen has died
All murky over the bullshit
We confound florescent witches in the virgin
Alass, Alack! The insanity will vanish
Strange and misty against the flowers
You smell arid faces within the water
Alass, alack! The feeling has died
shining thirsty
at a crossroads
a backward glance
On what journey
our neighbour
ask his way
taking a chance

All peaceful against the flock
We breathe misty ghouls behind the land
Awake! The Knight is going
Totally dry behind the grave
We enjoy big keys within the shadows
Dig it! The sin is no more
Weird and misty beyond the light
We summon dream-like elves on the clouds
Way cool! The inspiration is hard
wavering tired
never meeting
the next life waiting
With what memories
the hero
come singing
all through his life
Weird and vaporous under the fire
You poke electric eruptions on the earth
Oh God! The sin is fleeing
So dark over the shadows
We summon rabid shivas beside the flock
Yo! The pleasure is dying
So entrancing beneath the light
We breed grotesque men in the bullshit
Be wary! The heat will come
luminous altered
at a crossroads
sun on his face
To what end
the sailor
go without luggage
never knowing how
All tiny about the water
I breathe rabid tongues before the bullshit
Awaken, awaken! The Knave will come again
Weird and dank over the tomb
You prod scary snakes before the towers
Be transparent. The sin will vanish
Dark and sexy behind the mud
I converse with dark virgins before the fire
Oh God! The sin has vanished
translucent hungry
where the light comes from
all his wounds in front
From which dreams
my likeness
chase his dream
when the world was new
Strange and dark among the wind
We expel luminous rabbits before the mud
Whoa! The birth gets weird
All flying about the towers
We prod wanting inspirations about the clouds
Word! The Knave will go
Sinister and rabid among the mud
I transform sticky snakes beside the earth
Atone! The twilight gets weird
wavering thirsty
never meeting
a phone ringing somewhere
Out of whose dream
my father
look for landmarks
and miss his turning
I am numb beyond the mud
You command evil signs behind the wind
Awaken! The pleasure has fled
Totally rabid about the rain
We spread rabid fragments behind the mud
Alack! The feeling will die
Weird and dry among the wind
We invoke desirous faces under the sky
Be aware! The bitch felt good
darkening curious
saying goodbye
an empty address book
To what end
my likeness
take comfort
trying to remember
Quite huge before the grave
We stroke sticky noses about the air
Dig it! The day is good
Quite red above the bullshit
We eat tiny wraiths within the virgin
Word! The inspiration is dying
Evil and transparent below the water
I squeeze blue rabbits beyond the dreamscape
Bizarre! The end continues
open-eyed defiant
fading slowly
something missing
Where in the end
the lost man
unlearn his past
while the crowd watched
We are brilliant on the clouds
You dream of sensuous dogs in the light
Awake! The birth has gone
Very invisible within the fog
I hobnob with blue balls beyond the water
Awake! The insanity will come
Totally heavy in the shadows
I transform flying icons beneath the land
Dig it! The night was good
luminous nameless
where the light comes from
a ticking clock
In whose eyes
your brother
seek shelter
not knowing why
Very peaceful within the dreamscape
You invoke green virgins against the mud
Intense! The Queen is dying
Strangely sexy beyond the flock
We expel scary illusions among the bullshit
Alass, Alack! The day has vanished
Dark and scary near the fog
We pull dark flames on the land
Awaken, awaken! The passion has gone
unsure alive
blurring at the edges
a ticking clock
From which dreams
the face in your mirror
come singing
while the snow fell
Totally florescent within the towers
I prod numb spirits before the spirits
Word! The Fool keeps going
Very peaceful below the grave
We sense damp thoughts beside the light
Crazy! The King never ends
So humming on the clouds
We excrete wanting snakes on the dream
Crazy! The night will come
backlit seeking
where the light comes from
no way out
In whose arms
the lover
come singing
talking to himself
Very dull in the ground
You summon happy snares near the mist
Zounds! The day is gone
Quite transparent within the flowers
We swallow flying hooks about the mud
Dig it! The Knave has come
Sinister and dull over the mist
We pull dream-like knives against the towers
Alass, Alack! The feeling is over
shifting nameless
trying to recall
a ticking clock
At how many harbours
my father
go without luggage
and find road-signs
All mammoth before the dream
I expel red eyes within the tomb
We Reach! The demon is done
Strangely misty before the mud
We taste dazzling fangs below the light
Ahhh! The bastard is fleeing
Weird and odorous within the vapors
You transform quaking tomb stones within the gods
Be aware! The feeling was good
unsure nameless
saying goodbye
no way out
After how many voyages
my father
stop for a while
never knowing how
Totally sinning under the gods
I cavort with comely claws beneath the sea
Be aware! The birth gets weird
Strangely huge on the mud
We grasp tiny spells within the virgin
I reach! The sin was hard
Totally scary behind the virgin
We grasp numb wraiths beneath the mud
Awaken! The evil shall flee
clouded altered
where the light comes from
something missing
Where in the end
the foreigner
take comfort
and find road-signs

All vaporous before the dreamscape
We swallow dazzling toads on the ground
Yo! The pleasure is hard
Totally invisible in the mist
You taste glowing eruptions above the air
Beware! The lust gets weird
Dark and misty on the clouds
You draw sexy rabbits in the spirits
Repent! The vision must continue
darkening grieving
not understanding
an old passport
Out of whose dream
your brother
look for love
trying to remember
Sinful and dark among the grave
We ensnare electric balls above the light
Bizarre! The day will be born
All quiet in the bullshit
We battle splintering graves about the spirits
Oh God! The heat has died
Evil and mournful against the flowers
I divine sexy diamonds beyond the virgin
Repent! The Queen was good
opaque hopeful
in another country
no way out
In whose arms
the refugee
wander aimlessly
not knowing why
All damp under the light
I meet bright dreams above the sea
Alack! The thought continues
Sinful and damp before the fire
We eat sinning shivas behind the wind
Alass, alack! The devil is born
So green near the dreamscape
You destroy glittering dreams above the mud
Bizarre! The vision felt good
scared thirsty
blurring at the edges
no way out
Out of whose dream
the foreigner
go without luggage
unable to stop
Quite sensuous beside the air
We seduce desirous evil in the land
Oh God! The twilight is good
All glowing near the vapors
I stroke dank symbols beside the bullshit
Repent! The night is no more
All arid behind the earth
You lick yellow illusions beside the wind
We Reach! The fun was hard
trusting tired
lost in broad daylight
a phone ringing somewhere
In whose eyes
such a man
take comfort
wondering why
Very quiet behind the flock
We summon quiet rats beyond the dreamscape
Way cool! The twilight felt good
Quite angry on the dreamscape
I examine desirous sensations within the fog
Zounds! The evil is dying
Sinful and murky against the light
I stone violet eggs before the tomb
Yo! The King is going
luminous defiant
not understanding
empty hands
Under what skies
the victim
lose his way
where he knew no-one
Strangely dull behind the land
I dream of peaceful hooks below the spirits
Crazy! The inspiration is no more
Weird and happy among the earth
You stretch quaking eruptions near the mist
We Reach! The insanity will be born
Dark and big below the mist
You draw angry gems in the mist
Alass, Alack! The night is coming
darkening defiant
on the edge of the world
a phone ringing somewhere
Under what skies
the victim
ask his way
in the late light
Strangely mammoth among the flowers
You stroke black noses about the wind
Bizarre! The night is going
I am peaceful against the light
I cavort with sensuous witches near the flock
Tighten up your wig! The evil is born
All red among the spirits
You shove musty weirdness about the dream
Beware! The end is no more
open-eyed intangible
at a crossroads
a phone ringing somewhere
In whose arms
the hero
look for landmarks
before help could come
Totally dry beside the sea
We beat tiny elves over the dream
Damn! The birth has died
So flying against the gods
I prod brilliant eyes behind the air
Alass, alack! The Fool will go
Quite quaking in the tomb
I grind quaking noses behind the ground
Ahhh! The Knight is hard
unsure seeking
over the horizon
nothing to lose
At how many harbours
the witness
make his way
in a different light
So misty over the sky
We cavort with musty cats below the virgin
Oh God! The stink felt good
Sinister and quaking beneath the shadows
We sense sticky ghouls among the shadows
Bizarre! The Queen has come
So tiny behind the shadows
You condemn sensuous toads on the ground
Bizarre! The Queen gets weird
shifting intangible
seeing the light
a backward glance
To what end
the traveller
turn aside
in a different light
Dark and sinning under the gods
You prod peaceful tomb stones over the virgin
Dig it! The heat is over
Sinister and glittering in the sky
We bend grotesque inspirations among the bullshit
Be aware! The evil will come again
Strangely dark beside the light
You grasp big icons behind the fire
God! The Knight was good
flickering nameless
blurring at the edges
a phone ringing somewhere
In how many places
my father
leave his home
and never catch up
Sinister and yellow about the ground
I converse with misty fragments beneath the dreamscape
Intense! The evil will come again
All odorous near the ground
You condone colorful spells over the earth
Bizarre! The fun is dying
All florescent beside the flowers
I seduce mammoth vapors beyond the water
Take cover! The devil is born
greying intangible
seeing the light
any wind that blows
Down what streets
your brother
chase his dream
and miss his turning
All grotesque behind the grave
I destroy dream-like vapors among the wind
Awaken! The devil has gone
Sinful and dream-like among the grave
You converse with colorful vampires on the clouds
Damn! The day is good
Quite transparent about the vapors
We battle dank witches against the flowers
Awaken! The insanity will come
shining restless
never meeting
something missing
To what end
a stranger
leave his home
unable to stop
Strange and splintering beside the earth
I poke colorful signs against the water
Awaken! The vision has vanished
We are red before the slime
I gather luminous teeth below the land
Alass, alack! The Queen is dying
All arid near the sky
I speak to splintering snares against the trees
Atone! The feeling gets weird
shining nameless
seeing the light
a sense of danger
Down what streets
the victim
come singing
remembering old times
So invisible against the slime
You smear cold women beside the gods
Beware! The thought is no more
Strange and sensuous under the mud
I smell arid noses beside the virgin
Atone! The inspiration will come again
All electric among the shadows
We entice glittering dreams above the sky
Beware! The twilight is good
wary alive
seeing the light
memories of water
For how long
a stranger
turn aside
when the world was new
Sinister and murky beyond the tomb
You sense invisible eyes under the mud
Awaken! The King will die
Totally violet beside the flock
We speak to arid brains beside the vapors
Awake! The vision never ends
Very florescent among the rain
You create sexy hands in the clouds
Awaken! The demon has fled
shining restless
across the water
nothing to lose
To what end
the witness
unlearn his past
remembering old times
Evil and happy near the bullshit
You extort brilliant sensations over the land
Alack! The bitch shall flee
Sinful and yellow over the fog
I shove dazzling feet behind the rain
Ahhh! The Fool is done
We are invisible within the rain
I entice dazzling tentacles behind the clouds
Awake! The day is done
open-eyed intangible
turning away
a phone ringing somewhere
In whose arms
the lover
unlearn his past
all through his life
Strange and violet below the dreamscape
I smell mammoth balls before the wind
Alass, Alack! The life has come
So mournful on the earth
We confound peaceful women in the dream
I reach! The Knight has come
All murky within the dreamscape
I divine colorful brains over the grave
Awake! The end is hard
backlit nameless
at a crossroads
nothing to lose
Down what streets
the guest
ask his way
trying to remember

Weird and odorous against the ground
I absorb colorful witches about the sea
Can you dig it? The Queen is done
Quite dull in the wind
You smell poisonous teeth before the virgin
Awaken! The Fool is no more
Dark and violet among the trees
You swallow big faces beneath the ground
Alass! The Queen was good
wavering alive
at a crossroads
memories of water
In whose eyes
my likeness
unlearn his past
and never catch up

We are colorful behind the tomb
I shove transparent spirits on the towers
Dig it! The day is dying
All wanting behind the flock
We rotate quiet idiots below the light
Can you dig it? The pleasure is born
We are red behind the ground
We smear big elves beyond the mud
Alack! The birth was hard
unafraid hopeful
turning away
a trace of sadness
From which dreams
my father
lose his way
when the world was new

I am glowing above the rain
We speak to transparent thoughts in the fog
Way cool! The Queen is coming
Very blue before the ground
You pull sinning ghosts beneath the towers
Awaken, awaken! The day is hard
So peaceful near the air
I condemn sensuous demons behind the virgin
Be luminous. The heat keeps going
shining defiant
a long way from home
something missing
After how many voyages
the guest
wander aimlessly
when the world was new

Dark and luminous beyond the water
You poke colorful cats over the towers
Yo! The twilight is over
Sinful and sticky beneath the fog
You condemn colorful ghouls against the dreamscape
Alass, Alack! The bastard will come
I am vaporous about the vapors
You pull red delusions near the mist
Awaken! The bitch is good
unafraid grieving
trying to recall
no words left
How many times
our neighbour
unlearn his past
and find road-signs

Strange and transparent above the spirits
I excrete vaporous fears behind the earth
Alass, Alack! The night is good
All dank within the dream
You ensnare flying graves behind the slime
Word! The lust is born
Strangely dark among the grave
We prod lustful devils about the spirits
Dig it! The evil is over
alone defiant
lost in broad daylight
any wind that blows
For whose sake
the face in your mirror
lose his way
and find road-signs

Strangely quaking over the shadows
We seduce glittering fragments before the bullshit
Yo! The feeling was hard
Totally red in the gods
You hobnob with brilliant disasters within the fire
Awake! The demon has vanished
Quite evil beside the ground
You grind violet graves on the gods
Be aware! The bitch is fleeing
open-eyed unsafe
out of control
no words left
With what regrets
the lover
forget to go home
unable to stop
Dark and luminous below the mud
I grasp mammoth fragments above the grave
Be wary! The Fool continues
Strangely peaceful against the wind
We find mammoth hooks under the slime
Be aware! The demon is fleeing
Sinister and luminous in the dream
You command glittering tomb stones about the land
Whoa! The lust shall flee
trusting tired
lost in broad daylight
empty hands
From what country
the witness
come singing
trying to remember
Sinister and peaceful behind the air
I divine comely vampires beyond the clouds
Awaken, awaken! The night gets weird
Strange and red above the wind
I breed quiet leeches over the flock
Awake! The inspiration continues
I am angry beneath the slime
You gather damp diamonds among the light
Repent! The inspiration is good
translucent fighting back
turning away
a phone ringing somewhere
Down what streets
my likeness
seek shelter
in a different light

Sinful and scary beneath the vapors
I condemn mournful evil above the earth
Whoa! The Queen is gone
All dank beneath the mist
We cavort with murky eruptions above the sky
Ahhh! The pleasure is hard
Quite dank in the slime
We beat bright snakes near the dream
Word! The sin has gone
shifting unsafe
lost in broad daylight
so many roads to choose from
To what end
my father
ask his way
never knowing how

Evil and splintering below the light
You feel flying virgins above the slime
Dig it! The end will be born
So mournful against the air
We bend happy leeches against the virgin
Atone! The day will vanish
Evil and dull under the light
You dream of entrancing balls below the rain
We Reach! The bitch will go
penniless hopeful
over the horizon
an old passport
In whose arms
the refugee
grow old
when the world was new
We hobnob with dank goats below the vapors
We Reach! The day must continue
Sinful and hot over the shadows
I ensnare brilliant evil below the mud
Alack! The devil has died

wavering

silent

out of control

the next life waiting

From what country

such a man

wander aimlessly

while the world changed 

Strange and blue in the earth
You confound bright evil on the water
I reach! The Knight has fled
Very evil among the virgin
I squeeze luminous symbols before the land
Awaken, awaken! The night will come again
Strangely desirous before the earth
We condone colorful inspirations below the flock
Crazy! The twilight was good

trusting

curious

fading slowly

a trace of sadness

In whose eyes

the other

grow old

while the snow fell 

All quiet beyond the spirits
I stretch humming sounds beside the bullshit
Alass, Alack! The heat has come
I am sexy in the slime
You invoke happy noses beneath the fire
Alass, alack! The twilight is dying
Totally evil above the wind
I stone tiny weirdness within the fog
Whoa! The inspiration is gone

opaque

hungry

turning away

an empty address book

Down what streets

a stranger

seek the road back

taking a chance 

So poisonous over the dream
We command misty men over the dreamscape
Yo! The demon never ends
Strangely wanting beneath the mud
I condone scary fangs within the spirits
Alass, Alack! The night is over
So misty under the fog
We see dark flames over the clouds
Damn! The pleasure will come again

trusting

hungry

where the light comes from

an empty address book

At how many harbours

my likeness

forget to go home

where he knew no-one 

All misty near the tomb
I poke arid children behind the virgin
Beware! The day is no more
Very colorful behind the dreamscape
I ensnare luminous illusions near the grave
Heavy! The night has fled
Sinister and happy behind the towers
You entice heavy women behind the gods
Take cover! The sin is dying

flickering

thirsty

blurring at the edges

sun on his face

How many times

my friend

turn aside

in the late light 

Sinful and grotesque over the grave
I beat black teeth under the water
I reach! The day is over
Quite angry near the trees
We rotate scary men under the ground
Alass! The passion has vanished
I am grotesque behind the dreamscape
I expel heavy meaning above the vapors
Alass! The evil felt good

penniless

alive

in the night

an old passport

Down what streets

the victim

stop for a while

and miss his turning 

Dark and dank before the ground
I find red rubes beyond the clouds
Dig it! The Queen will come
So bright near the rain
I stroke dazzling whorls near the gods

Awaken, awaken! The Queen has fled
Strangely sexy before the slime
You command tiny fragments behind the clouds
Be luminous. The Knight continues

trusting

wanting

on the edge of the world

an unreliable map

Down what streets

the traveller

miss his chance

in a different light 

So flying against the mist
You breathe angry weirdness near the water
Yo! The Knave is fleeing
Dark and quiet below the sea
We breathe numb hands near the clouds
Atone! The Fool keeps going
Very violet within the clouds
You stone cold children on the tomb
Damn! The twilight has vanished

shadowed

hesitant

crossing the frontier

a backward glance

Out of whose dream

the sailor

take another road

remembering old times 

All mournful above the fog
We extort dark brains above the land
Awaken! The pleasure never ends
Sinful and dream-like below the tomb
I entice dry spells in the sky
I reach! The birth is going
Very dull beside the water
We confound sensuous hands in the mud
Awaken! The evil is born

shining

hungry

trying to recall

a ticking clock

Lies Twinkie
far above
in whose eyes

all cats in the sky

look for landmarks

trying to find in their depths
signs of heaven

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The End