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Grotesque Beyond
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de [Marinius ]

2008-04-01  | [Acest text ar trebui citit în english]    | 



(disappointment - sorrow) Grotesque beyond... (deep breath) why youth`and centuries seek you? The shadow of youth`and lead centuries strive for your wan crust grasping millenniums of millennia... or so... they`re dull eyes see. (pause)(tone rising) Eyes so dull as beyond itself! No further - no nearer... (normal tone)

By the interior air I hang. We hang. In dream like state. I walk around ravens black. Darkness. Empty streets. Alone. We. Shadows. Streets for shadows. Just faces - change. Shadows. Music remains. Just hearts... repeatable. Love - were? By the air I hang. It rains. With time it rains. Love - were? By the air I hang. Rain. It rains with time. Tongues drown. We`re drowning - no death. Ravens black - in zig-zag. From me remains. In zig-zag. Ideas. Remains only an aspect... Books. Pages. Numbers. Numbers... after numbers... - infinite numbers. Infinite thoughts. On a desk. Time is non-existent. Time has died a month ago. A month?
No second. Minunte. Hour. Day. Month. Years. No age. Rare humans walking. They walk. I stand. We should stand. Bodies deformed. Shadows walking - walking. At every second - fear. At every second fear it was at the top of heaven.
Science? Science died as well as time. At every second. Fear.
Centuries of siamese buildings. Buildings siamese - dwarf. On every side - building after building - infinite. Orange. Colour. White far - far... Macabre walls - blood similar to... eyes. Eyes can`t hear. Ears can`t see. Thoughts can`t speak.
Era. This era. Age. No age. Light... no light.
Windows vibrate in they`re wall. Wall. The wall is perforated. Screams... or...laughter. Laughter. Orange and white. Black. It rains ultraviolet. Colours. Alone. Here. There. Nowhere.
Alone.
Time ticked? No. Carefully I stepped not to distract. Distracting palid faces.

They. Us. Me.
I am they and us.
They are us and me.
Us are they and me.

Me...

Who?

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