I fear that the digital sound has come to seduce our ears, but it makes no difference to me. I’m immune to such perfume. I suspect that I like defects. It doesn’t matter if there are sequences of disturbed oscillations filled with dirty frequencies. Biological noise reduction – unlogical joy. My Dolby-disease conspires with my … Läs mer
You sold your soul to buy a life without displeasing surprises. It meant you had to dismiss an important piece of mind. I presume you scream when you consume my dreams. I resume my day in a different way. I welcome you into my head, but I’m quite sure you won’t like it. My thoughts … Läs mer
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Dina läppar ler trots det som spelas upp för dig. Vad är det du ser? Terror på TV döljer en kris. Den trubbar av vårt ätt att se och allting blir felfritt, allting verkar bra. Digital mystik, det enda som finns kvar. Vågar du bry dig om eller ser du illusioner? Ser du såret du … Läs mer
I am lost in an illusion. Half is true, the rest i doubt. Pictures modified and polished, but when they lie, reality dies. Don’t trust your eyes or what they see. The facts are distorted. Try to be wise and look behind. The mind is contorted. All there’s left now is confusion. They’ve failed to … Läs mer
You kneeled for real steel, the solution for law enforcement. Self healing, unfeeling, a prototype to erase the lawless. He didn’t despise them, just recognized them as objects, targets to terminate. I used to watch him carefully late at night. How he spread the governments view of light. A kind of light with justice as … Läs mer
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I sit alone here with the grass, the wind, the insects around me. No-one can see it, but the calmness was stolen forever. Though you can not see my tragedy through the eyes of my defeat. You must recognize my blood-shot eyes and see i’m not complete, though i try. The spring is gone, but … Läs mer