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05 04 Tutte cose già successe nel mondo dei morti e dei morti viventi inutile affannarsi Lasciarsi vivere o morire come viene, non c’è scelta né desiderio di nient’altro Cose note irrilevanti inutile affannarsi I’m just the next roadkill Don’t leave me here alive 7 APRILE 2024 11.ECLIPSE eyes of the soul full of your late beauty mouth filled with tears and snot and someone else's cum, sweet-salty almond buttery on the tongue, I command the dimensions one superimposed on the other the grainy ghostly shapeshifting film on stark reality that jumps at me with such clarity then as no mistery is left no doubt sensory in overdrive hyper alert the hollow at the end of every breath finally brimming with honeyed warm full-fat milk and helium overinflated balloon like I soar ascensionally open wide as a buzzard up the mind-bending empty endless skies to the sun. Better being void drifting in the spring winds pliant and bendy as a leaf of grass...