At first was only sounds of unborn babies dissolving in silence and a red electric carpet that kept your feet warm from a natural blood bath.
Blood turns cold when it dries but only a few people know that.
A bubble gum machine gun for children under three to kill their fears it would be the best gift for humanity.
My skin was not my skin anymore so i could see under it; orange muscles glitering in the dark with the warm brightness of a halogen stove, red and blue veins reveling beneath it. The blood traveled to the heart with the power of ten drunk horses following the flow of a double crossed destiny and an ego centric madman.
There was no frustration in words but the ability to speak was lost due to technical inconveniences. Red Green Blue composed a symphony for lonely people all in one box. I see you see me through a glass and although all the bridges were cut we could still make connections following the rail pathway in the room. Walking blindly, touching walls trying not grasp the reality of a four wall dimension.
My head was not my head anymore so I could look through it.
