jungle
my lost cube of toxic queens gained
some ridiculous new world ginger is a child
his mother has no milk
I saw him walking his birth down the aisle
Scarlett prays in a perfume advert
it
You\'ve got some mail sarcastic birds on the wooden shelf
five envelopes for the same word
no there\'s nothing about love in between
please change the channel this rain as well
my hayfever became
brave enough to hold the nutcracker\'s dream
in a simple untouchable hand I\'m not sure whose hand this spring
stands so close to my dead rectangle of no fear am I a wrinkle
of dust as dark as I
excuse my
ending with yours sincerely as if birds
were children with no mother
timeless
would I suffer near god\'s neighbours
have you seen my sensual death
I left her screaming on the floor
cus today I\'m craving again
a piece of the androgin\'s tongue let her be female
when coming across my tooth hanging in the yellow fields
of sorrow beeing still here not even the white
Z