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(head reversed me watching myself from an elevated view)

A specular game.... waiting for the umpteenth orgasm

trying to capture that moment and channel 28 years

in few frames showing me the sense of a life.

I BELIEVE IN FRIENDSHIP - but the best friends I ever had

still remain DESPERATION + BLOOD.

The frame's gone - another mouth's filled with cum

we can keep on existing in a perpetual motion of money,

physiologic urges, convenience, politeness,

discard of the non-essential.

I'VE BEEN USED FOR AN ETERNITY

and I'm glad to disappoint

those who'd expect me to do the same.

THE FRAME'S GONE - AS WELL AS THE HERMIT-CRAB CULT

I HAD ON MY SHOULDERS.

[words in the song...:]

how many friendships have been spoiled up to death

how many eyes corroded by despair

it's the hability to handle the void we have inside

to manipulate the others thru sense-needs and lies.

(love) MAKES THE WORLD BURN NOT GO ROUND

MAKES THE WORLD BURN NOT GO ROUND

How many friendships spoiled up to death.