the human skull
is a prison planet
where great wars of love are fought
by angry lovers on the road
from lust to forgiveness
the ones that survive
will have vague ideas of the gods
on their side
on this side
i am here as evidence
that it is possible to find peace
in the content and the context
space is blackness with specks of starlight
the blank page is white with black lines
if you wanna criticise me
first understand me
if you wanna oppose me
stay away from me
anything is possible
in dreamworlds where artists live
