: I wasn't yet born and I felt the heartheat and that my life was born in hate I drag myself slowly inside the human body down thru the veins
: The thought ways are weak the voice is marble and cement and I live in spite of myself... It's hard to get the controls going, all I can see is
: I will go far away beyond the limits of the air towards the immensity above the astronauts towards the interstellar station.
: Thousands of years of sleep have blocked me in my cradle and now I retur. something changed I'm not aware of signals of life and yet I'm aware
: A nucleus splits itself and there are two lives and four and eight again in the right order a magic magic process maybe a blind process or maybe
: I've bought a lot of women in my life on all the beds I've left a lot of sweat how many unwanted children have gone down the drain closed in cement
: My eyes are mechanical my heart is made of plastic my brain is mechanical the taste is sinthetic my fingers are mechanical made of moon dust
: All my cells start to change and my body has new life molecules that will die that heredity has left to me I'll be a cell among motors as a cell
I wasn't yet born and I felt the heartheat and that my life was born in hate I drag myself slowly inside the human body down thru the veins going
All my cells start to change and my body has new life molecules that will die that heredity has left to me I'll be a cell among motors as a cell
I will go far away beyond the limits of the air towards the immensity above the astronauts towards the interstellar station.
I've bought a lot of women in my life on all the beds I've left a lot of sweat how many unwanted children have gone down the drain closed in cement
A nucleus splits itself and there are two lives and four and eight again in the right order a magic magic process maybe a blind process or maybe
My eyes are mechanical my heart is made of plastic my brain is mechanical the taste is sinthetic my fingers are mechanical made of moon dust in
Thousands of years of sleep have blocked me in my cradle and now I retur. something changed I'm not aware of signals of life and yet I'm aware of
The thought ways are weak the voice is marble and cement and I live in spite of myself... It's hard to get the controls going, all I can see is fog
