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Pixies, midgets, fairies Giants, green monsters Zeus, Hera, Apollon, Nay! ‘tis not my world boy. Mine is true fantasy. It is where I am in middle, Of chaos. My people, my music It is a world that only a self-centered bitch can create.
Humanity?
[a high-pitched laughter of a lunatic, more louder now]
My hell, I welcome, ‘Tis my paradise.
[the lunatic starts to scream]
They are askin’; Oh, why people are cryin’?
[a haw-haw from a shadow]
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Ink, Is the way, I kill myself. I bleed and it’s ink. Ink everywhere.
I bleed a lot, When I love, When I miss, When I dream, And the dreams are mistaken.
After two or more years, If you open all the envelopes, And suck the ink out of papers, It would form a pool, Which will be quite deep I guess, I can be drown easily, If I fall into that pool.
And there are vibrations, Form sounds. I create guns from sounds. Actually I do not prefer violence, So I kill silently, With musi
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