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On a threshhold of the pandemonium where the darkness and day unites, we must decide last time what is the dream, reality, freedom, dependence and how do we relate to these things. Because there are no choice, the castle was built of sand and plastic and the flesh was created of the void...

Sunless... Silence...

Liquid sounds

From around

Soaks in a vein

Harmless violence

Borns a doubts

Thats about

The mind is main.

Stream of rapture,

Spring of happiness

Was a capyured

By a brain cells

It's immersion,

Contemplation,

It's immersion,

Contemplation,

Meditation,

Hallutination.

Buy

More...

Need more...

Ever more...

Wherefore?...

...Black screen is getting closer and closer. The thread is thinger and thinger. Every moment we need more and bigger. But last blink is so short and dim.