wake up
very frequently, i tend to travel through the visionaries' escapades; shows me that their life stories serve to betray the others' life stories; waiting on a blue sky, seems a parallel which reminds you to exclaim, — (the course of history repeat itself, regularly) (epochs change but motivations continue to stay the same) the life, — a jagged emollient, it bargains in the weight of words; inevitable, it bleeds flattery' cosmology of so-called gods on so-called devils; humans tame humans, (but) who are those more wildly than the others (...‽) who are more dangerous, — the friend or the enemy (...‽) (the one who's kept outside the door or the one let inside, consuming all) (who evaporates first while blames you for each and every thing...‽) where's the boundary of the friendship to cope with not getting fucked down (…‽) why others know what's better for your life when their first rule is to feed you with fear (robed in translucent silhouettes of times, reincarnat...
