King - No matter if you resist

Feinin-Hermes back to where I began

These are days to forget, I changing back so the Cinderella story can close a chapter on me. I know never to believe what is handed to you. I know the fact that things are just universal, they belong to dreamers whose idea of respect lies on the surface of their skin. This teaches me never to fumble over artificial work. I don't resemble anything here but a moment. Never tell what art can bring. Don't despair over a future if all it is are things. I can't lie, my nose bleeds, my hand shakes as before, I don't know who we are, I return not in whole but fragmented. When you think, I'm behind, in front and at the side of you, always.....

Rise 'n' Shine it ain't your time

Feinin-Hermes - Wake up, stay alert

So there, you got to make up and kiss for what you did last night. That's a whole lot of shit posing dead in your garden. But I can empathize because it freaking true. So you're back, I know everything about you, your ventures in the afterlife, on earth as in heaven shit. Love, that ain't it, money, sweet as it comes baby, self worth, only if you stop and tell us what matters, We have the all the goods on you, Baby, Schiller ain't causing you pain. Its death working a stick at you back, poking your heart, saying you love what you already know, Fame, ha, literature, well good, money, power, rent me another, shit he's too fearful of his words.

No, I remember something else, I saw in his eyes. He's different, reckless with his mind, he can't think beyond reality. He's too hurt at the moment..... Wake up, stay alert, rise 'n' shine it ain't your time

Never say never - Brother

This looks like a shocker, I don't look at all happy. What's wrong with it? I suppose he playing a little game of death. Oh boy, not close by where I can see him stiff. Brilliant, Schiller should be host now. What a way to go, sexless, betrayed, loved tremendously. By whom? Women? I can't take seeing this sight, its makes me want to help. If only I knew how. I really need help brother, I can't sit by and what this event. I'm not alone, You've got to say whats bothering you. I will help so help my God.

Dear coward,

I am fine as you know, nothing wrong with me, I just working on a series of studies. I know it been a weird time. I was hoping for some help but I see you are arranging, changing around things and destroying what we had together as brothers. I remember nobody now, I care less to seek attention as before. These works are prefect because they are Schiller disguised, dreaming of worth, fame, family.

Ah, now I see, its just a repeat, its the same thing over and over again until I believe I am Friedrich, he wants this....Its a major part of why I suffer

There there, there, Fake you know nothing about life, you pretend to serve a purpose, but all you do is shit, fuck and talk on the phone. Answer him, " What up, hey lets get together, bring money, I'll spent it faster than lighting. Dude hit me a five".

Juice

Feinin-Hermes - Golden leg

This ain't no joke sister, I can't hold it in for much longer, my juice needs squeezing and you look like the perfect candidate to pulp my Sunbeam. I ain't lazy with it cause I've taught it well. It knows the grooves, it likes to keep sugary company all day in a moist wrap.

No, it ain't happening Sir, I ain't no experiment. My pussy can't ah-commo-date a Pirate stump...

Bitch, BITCH slow down, I'm gentle as a JOHNSON'S BABY.... I ain't going to slit you apart, I ain't going to saw you in two like a Las Vag magician, I don't believe in leaving a permanent, I'm not into a psychological, thats ain't my style, kinda. My middle going to take you to the Moon First Class. Your skank says it needs some ex-o-cise, I see its trying to t-a-l-k a classic 1958 Fly ...." Help me, help me, you, out there, give me some toe touching cuntstring stretch".

Easy, big breaths, don't fight it gravy train, I'm just at the front door. Sister, sss-sister there it goes, monster looking to hit a cave....Check the second draw, ain't those Bibles handy to bite on. A's woman, fuc...king A's. See how fast you learn. Bitch don't go crazy now with a Micheal remembrance, I ain't need a customized küche, stay home garden, you ain't want other brothers drowning in an outstretched elastic band.

I never thought you'll make me suffer

Feinin - Hey, hello is anyone home?

I can't think now, I can't think because I feel a regret over this post of you. I know its Art but now I realized its not. This is torture because it is a plan to seek revenge over me. I am a loner, I am singing before I find myself afraid, frighten of being possessed by the teeth of God. God, the real force that decides for you. I look at him, I want to touch his face but all it is is a refection. God knows nothing, God sees nothing, but hears you speak. listen.

My child, you are searching for me. I call to you trying to locate an art more respectful. You don't see why. You are not afraid, I surround him with sharp knives, I suffer in ways God completely agrees. Don't pay another attention to this. Stay far from destroying your truth. Age, confront the light, make it tell him that fear excites me. Death is a mystery but life is for real.


Time wasted...what a shame

I'm feel a chill in here, its having me seeing things I see all the time. I can tell you that it waste my time. Time we are free with it, to use it against us, to trade if off for something worse. It doesn't wait, it has a purpose to self destruct, to renew itself over and over until its finds peace. Reset me, take me in strives, shake off the minutes, remove the hours. Say ah, what time does this thing (host) craves?

I can't stop to wonder. Waste precious me. Wow, ain't it a gem, motherfucker

Torture Never Never Land - Michael Jackson

Feinin

I saw people, I listened to their thoughts. I cried because its never too late. Remember my work, so tragic, mistakes…Age that I once loved, five. God knows Heaven, I am free. Rain, summer, winter dream, father, mother, sisters deed. Alone finally to talk among yourselves. I am the King of Pop, remember me, for that's all you got.

I counting on you Friedrich - My brother has turned his back on me

Feinin-Hermes

I look across the ocean, I dream of you speaking, reminding the World that life is eternal. I can't say whether or not you know how wonderful it is to possess that. Its never too late to smile at your fate.

You haste over what needs to be controlled. The power of thought, the cycle of knowledge resting on the shoulder can't be bridle. It wants reassurance for sharing the meaning that transcends thought the vessel, the container if you may which divides the worlds of the living and dead.

The Artist is afraid to begin his dream, so forgive what he sees, say again the importance of timing. Love never waste what God prayers for. Enjoy him, teach him French.Start preparing your gift in words of truth and finally of me.

Deal Pact - Music to my ears

I ain't getting crucified for nothing, You not getting me to tell you the truth anymore, where's my dues. Its time to pay up brothers

Haste arrives parting seas, I am a time bomb exploding from a source too refine. Refuge, conquer, divide. The sea is rough, I'm leaning over to the side and see you there. You are coaching me to come to see what you have found. I can't read it because its in German. You take my finger and follow the line. God in Heaven, God on Earth, God between you and my soul

Nice Brother - You're not into me

Man Ray - Feinin - Hermes

I went on a rant this morning over the thing I most hate. You staring into my eyes and telling me how good things are between us. I've heard it before, over and over as you read about the future and I never seemed to be part of it. I'm not gifted because I can't see what's behind you back. I presume its a dagger to dispel the truth over the Writer. I can't vowed for his time with me as I think its going down in history.

These studies have brought me right back to a place I often think as Ground Zero. I can't call it friendship because you can't sacrifice time for nothing. Ground Zero, I dislike those words because publicists like you like to simplify horror, pain, destruction. Its always entertainment. How to sell an image.



We want but we don't want, we believed but we don't want to believe. I'm shedding no tears. I already have my minuscule life to attend with, I can't be bothered with your ankhs. I'm right back like before as if I fed myself with the same bullshit, over and over.....Alone, disillusioned, hurt and abandoned and thinking of sex without sex. I'm just not interested of its kind. Don't come too close. Don't asked me why I don't smile, I much better at grinning to ease the contempt I feel for you.

Why did you have to destroy it? Why did you not trust me. I told you not to, but your fear wanted to prove you were right. This in not the time to regret, its a time to push forward to a place fit for a König, you. No, no you know why, and what was I to do and how was I to explain this? Answer me. If something not happening when you try and try and try, what are you to do? I can't remember all, it needs to be done or what's the point of living?

Thy kingdom come

Sensible to walk by me, I coming you know, finally to change all the good things about sex. You talked me never to breath when I am searching for a place colder, more ambitious than the rain today. I have resisted coming because I am irritated by fame, glamour, money and time.

Right now, I can't help the fact that the devil in his eye composes of me, digging a hole for the truth. Shave off you beard, get ready to move into a World simpler in words of choice. Greatness never is intended for you, brother, I sorry it has come back to haunt me.



Beckham started to excite me, his Worship of his Lord. I'm nothing like the others, I can't even cum properly in your leg. Where is it to go? Tell me for what purpose can one think of? You ain't true, brother, you never said sorry.

Never underestimate the word, I can see more forgiveness with its meaning. Worry, haste and determination can result in failure. Breath truth always, because writers don't lie when problems choose to cover their mouths

Time for KFC baby

Feinin-Hermes

I ain't dreaming soldier, I'm smelling it from here, sweet non-smudged greenbacks. My hoes are off tonight, I have you all to myself. Dingo dog's tail ain't a bob, so lie back a enjoy a finger licking good Colonel Sanders Kentucky fry. I like legs and thighs.


Feinin-Hermes

Hoe, can't you tell I'm busy, ain't you ashamed of wasting my time when I could be making some dough. My Cadillac better no smell of your snatch, you ain't better not damped my white leathers with you day old pa-fume. Bitch, don't go doing a Mariah Carey on me, I can't take another skank crawling for my attention.


Feinin-Hermes

I'm shitting golden bricks brother, soon it will be over and I'll have to fly over to met you pretty soon. I've got it all packed babe. You'll not going to regret it this time, I'll see to that tune. This summer is going to be hot with me wishing for more. I can't take you where I going, It far beyond your mind. You'll just have to sit by the phone...... I'll get back to you....

Wicked ways - Shop running from it

Ain't it way past you bedtime?


My Bed - Tracey Emin - Feinin Hermes

Come on you know what's about to happen. You can't expect him just to stand here and watch. He's raunchier than ever. I'm caught in a hold, fighting off his rude proposition to meet me half way. What a poet, I'm glad you can't read between the lines because it going to be rough from now on.

I going to get creamed, damaged, walk with a crooked leg. You Bitch, you penny whore of temptation. Hey, I slap your fucking ass if you raise you hand at me, I'll cuff you down brother, I'll break cum full in your jaw. Sick fuck, who the hell does he feel he's talking to... a ghost?


My Bed -Tracey Emin - Nan Goldin - Feinin Hermes

Sit up straight, gather your things, I'm moving out. I can't stand it when you start behaving that you own me something, like my entire life. Shit, ain't that the truth, my whole fucking life sitting at home figuring out what to do about you. I've talked it over, brother and I ain't coming back no matter how hard you make me believe its a useless cause. So wipe up your soiled ass and get Friedrich talking. He better find away before I resort to killing another part of me, meaning you.


Here, I did it, its for sale, its real Baby, fucking real

Stop, stop it König. Rest in my arms, forget its pressure to be free. I am with you inside figuring out how to tell you that over on this side, you can't return back from where you began.

Lair, lair pants on fire

Hey hoe.... hoochie mama - Erotic Art continues

Dolce & Gabbana - Feinin Hermes

Damn hoe, you standing between what I like. Money, liqueur, pleasure. You got it made hustler, trick me another Hennessy, Richard Hennessy two hundred year old before I change my mind and ups the price. You can't get this piece without some reservations, without some dues paid to cap my table.

Persian carpets, wristwatches, carrot stud earrings, A Koons, a Warhol, a Clemente. A mink - fresh kill. A stable stocked with a few Grey thoroughbreds. Let Madonna groom them since she's so into projecting wealth way passed my time, Baby, Yes, I want the mansion in the woods, and like nothing else but a few made in China Hummer Cadillac pimp cars to flash by my neighbours, oh, a half a mile away. its all worth it, the business of love to keep me all to you.

I want it all Baby, I want it all fast, so climb on top and fidget over who has the right to enter. Find your way. Test its strength and roll me in a dough of the green kind. Then F. U. C. K. M. Y. A. S. S. G. O. O. D. spot.

I know you can top me like before, I know by your experience that you are not shy, you like to play the game, I see your hands coming over me, wrapping over and suffocating me slowly as you lust over my body. Hoe, you better not stop for a rest, I'm already in heat. So force every ounce of it from the core, pushing it in far, deep, deep inside of me where I am paralyzed, receiving what God says is wrong. Wasting the seed once again over the pleasures of the flesh and not of Him........creator of the Heavens and Earth......

Tomorrow - Yesterday

Feinin - Hermes - Tot

You can't change what you believe is true. I can't see hurt when I really don't know it . All I can tell you is life has too short to quibble over you. So bye female child, tell you mother to carry you over. I lost all of my interest in caring. Time and time again, I think beyond myself. Why give back to others that torture your soul. Miracle, glory, fascination,ageless, Art all over again

No, figure it out yourself, Stop, turn to the left and walk pass the light. Change me mother, take my hand so we can reunite. I never knew it happen, I never thought....I was real, when I was not

Gott where thou art in me

Feinin- Hermes

Turning, fighting over on the other side we call death, I wait for you to speak to me with your arms open. Why can't you sleep if only Gott must challenge that prayer.

Gott, here I wait for thee,
Remember me as I think of you
Gott, Gott to the highest above, I am alone in a World that has forgotten me

Many eons ago, I sat with you my child, I whispered in your ear that love is not trivial. Come, forgive him as he has separated from a life so precious that many seek him as me. Love its precious moments, protect him forever as I look to see what gift I've given thee

Gott made me too - Lover lets talk later

I gone over in the deep end and lost my footing


David Hockney - Feinin

Sit with me, begin you life as you see fit. I'm not going back, I'm never going to believe it anymore wading in water so blue. Lover, if ever shall you visit I'll be afraid to talk, afraid to listen to the news you bring. Never shall I court you, it over you see, I've turned my back on you.

The seas looked rough, the waves toppled over each other. I swam far into the ocean where I could see you standing beneath me, pulling at my feet, disrupting my equilibrium. I saw you German hitting my foot, crying inside, sobbing over my mistake to kill myself. It took no longer than a blink, I died in the arms of you. Forget over my mistakes, rejoice at my burial. Light a flame to distinguish all the sadness we encountered together. I can't trust myself to think it over, I not ready to face love without you.

Wonderful wonderful - Stay back brothers

I sat for a moment thinking if this was the right decision. I was doubtful that what my intentions meant that my cock a doodle do shriveled up under its skin. I was playing a game for my self -regret, my careless rebuttal in the presence of Cornbird man. Laugh no more at his henish ways, flog over his skin so feeble, so inept. He can't more from here, Take it like a man, she said.

So pristine, this energy I know you are not afraid because I see it all though you eyes. Tell me a story of triumph. Give me a sweet sugary cock as I can get off this planet

Say cheez, Snap. A difficult position as I find myself trying to talk some common sense into you. I got all naked for you, I pulled the draws off and though, ok, let me show them what my balls look like, well hidden in the pubic hairs of a fashion model. Yum. I am afraid it no constellation to the real thing. I lost searching for a hole deep, wet and clean. You go for it, I'm sick of being careless. Its so easy to jump in bareback. I've done it a few times with some concern.

Oh brother, he's hilarious, he's shameless at the calling. I want to kick him over to side. I want to tie his spreken sie deutsch to a post and fuck his heart out, once again.

Jesus, what wrong with you? I can't get it in anyway, so what the point of showing me. You don't like cock I see, you rather like to nestle you nose on it. Rubbing, blowing like Picasso's bull, touching what needs to be touched, lapping it clean with beads of saliva. Moist, warm, pressing so gently that I cum all in my head. Just relax, my tongue wants a bit more of your manner, your business down there, your Fabergé egg. Let me feather its sweet taste. Blow, nip, devour.

Damn you Friedrich, Damn you all

The Patty Hearst heist - Symbionese Liberation Army - Gerhard Richter - Feinin- Hermes

I got up this morning thinking about you. I was not happy because I felt you hurt me again. I am not trying to tell you what your purpose is but for God sake I need to know. Shit, this is what I did not care for. I can help myself but falling back to a place I really love, you.

Shame, Baby does not solve the things you hate, I'm going though it myself. Start thinking for yourself, begin to believe you are greater than all combined. Return to the place God wants you be be, with him, in him and of him. Let things past by. Today like any day other can't always bring joy.

I lying on the floor, bleeding from my soul. It tires me to think I am Schiller. I really tired fighting to believe, it getting me nowhere. I not ashamed of telling the truth. I love him, he real, I just tired.

Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio - The Greatest Painter Ever

Feinin Hermes

Love is beyond my shores. I turning over where I rest because I realize someone far knowns all about my work. He is changing himself as part, risking all that we share. Love, I crave it with all my heart. Sex, I never had enough, Beauty, I see in all of man. Pain, I wish never to experience again. Cry, sin again with joy. Fight over beauty, tear apart those who seek vengeance.

I returning, so free in this sphere of lovely thoughts. Love, love me please I am your shadow....Care after my art, Love only the best ones in your life, share God and be free to roam. My time has come to return...Defiant, sensible, trusting, abundance, courageous, mother, lovers, death, kiss

Beckham I've captured - Beckham I'll be

Feinin - Hermes

I get it now, the whole damn thing. It not about love, its about fucking with it. I like its heaviness, I like its camaraderie, its risky business of selling goods. Shit he's good, he believes in the gift of taking, but giving back. Nice package, clean pecks. I don't see it with me, but I'm getting there. Pretty soon I'm sure.


Feinin - Hermes

You can't stand it to see me this way. I shocking some common sense into myself. Don't move, I ready, can you see. David, I know you to be a fine specimen. I can count on your future. Briton, Her Majesty the Queen. I like her too, she a spiting image of my mother. No lie, cross my heart, hope to die


Feinin - Hermes

What a waste, I just lying there wondering about you my dear, I washed it in bleach to get out the stains. It slips sometimes, it finds it niche tucked over but springs back unexpectedly. Don't you hate that? Its sleeping at this time, I did not torture it for the self satisfaction to please you

Hey Japanese school girl - Where is your homework?

Feinin-Hermes

I am gauging that you lost your keys father. By the looks of things its too late to get back to school. I am hungry for some of your warm milk. I need the clear my throat for the third time after you taught me my first lesson in obedience. It took a while, but I could handle the rod, the instrument of marriage. What a weapon, I like to know more about it, It says so many things about you.


Feinin-Hermes

Silly me, what a dodo head. I just wet myself. Laughing at my pail face. You didn't tell me about this side of the story, and what that rod of yours is intended for, me. I can't fathom it is suppose to be like that. I don't think God wants me to experience something so deadly. That instrument of marriage fitting inside of me, in a space so small and tight that I fear I would bleed. Father, tell me its not fair. Why should you tear my skin. Why should you hurt me with such a smile. yet I can't refuse what I don't fully understand.

Geisha come entertain me - Erotic Art series

Feinin-Hermes

Weak, afraid, I try to believe you are not many things, but one. Show off, whisper into my ear. Separate my thighs as you enter me slowly as I breath my life into you. Softy, caressing its warmth, nipping at the nipple, raising my foot, tilting. Sweating, imagining myself on a boat, rocking side to side, waves thrashing at my shell, I can't escape, my teeth grips my tongue so tightly that I scream. Oh lover to be, impale me back to the sea so I may drown

Pilgrimage to Mount Saint Benedict

After, we go pass in for some dead


The bell tower at the Abbey of Our Lady of Exile, known as the Benedictine abbey located in north Trinidad. The This Benedictine Monastic community is the largest and oldest in the Caribbean and was founded in 1912, by an order of monks from Brazil, after the Order of St Benedict of Italy. Mount Saint Benedict is prized for their home cultured yogurt.

The core of the Christian faith, the crucification of Jesus of Nazareth, Mount Saint Benedict, St. Augustine, St. Augustine, Trinidad.

Homage to the Virgin Mary

Just outside of this Abby, a red sedan was idling. Through the tinted windows, a couple could been seen courting. The man kept revving the engine as both lovers focused on the pleasures of fresh love consummated at this sacred site. A lover's lane to bring your girlfriend to a place that reveals a panoramic vista of the Caroni plains. He hands on her cheek, her palm on his leg, St. Augustine, Trinidad.

Meaning: Dead - KFC

I told you so - He's so fake

Baby, what going on? I running after his dream. Its almost at the edge of a cliff so steep that I am slipping into the earth trying to grasp it. What you see is what you get, ho. At the top, I know that I can't go any further, I feel as if I am grieving over a grave, I am not sure to whom.

I remember, I know him, he's greatly admired. Someone is telling him not to speak. Be-grieved. Wait, I can talk now. What about the German? He is destine to intervene.You little Devil, you sorry for a life. What do you want? I haven't have time today because you slapped my face this morning. The coffee pot got burnt. I sorry father if I deceived you because... (shut up, shut up)


Don't you follow orders? Did you disobey his command? Sleep, fuck, spray your cum all over me in every crevice. Top me twice, I am sweating bullets... I bleeding from my gut, alone, frighten, scared of what is to be next. Next life as I known it. A painter, a coward, a supreme being, a childless man trying to give me a second chance. I don't know, I can't decide right at this minute, I too terrified to think that only you can free him

Nowadays people just give up

Never ask him about you

I am tempted, I'll like to give him up to you because I know him to be a King. Strange to follow through, to encompass worry, self preservation, locks, keys, tome stones. I'm not going further until you step up to the plate. You call it sexual intercourse, I don't care for that anyway because you tricked me in believing that God has sex with himself, ejaculating over in a spot too filthy to clean. He chooses it because he's not truthful. Give him back his life, baby, I can't re-spend my existence with a person so dumb, so eccentric with his worth that forsaking his genius, he's still afraid of you...


Trust me, I know what best for us all

Light, sorry if I confuse you as I like my host to be clean of them. Sharing him as if God is a fool not to cause some pain in all of its truth. Lets give you three days to think over your weak words. Don't support any more. Give all you time to a thing eating at your teeth. Your tongue breaths a volatile calling. Schiller is real.....

Silence - Suffer no more

Where I layth shall you remember me


Never trust anyone to do good. As far as I have remembered, don't get caught in the game, fast balls, quick runs, boundaries of sixes and fours. Still, I can't uncover my emotions, I've dug over the hole twice in my life. I am remembering the fond times, but I think it was not enough for me.


So I have to bring myself to begin a life more important to you. I can't stop because I have forgotten how to live. Alone, fearful, shame, diseased. You've caught me at a time where I would like to believe God, his presence is in me. Well, I can't say when, but I can't forgive him for not telling me his life, he dreams and hopes.


listen, I am shy at this, I can't just say what I really want from you. I've had my share of hard times, doubtful wishes to go something better with my life. My story is older than time recorded, I can't alway say the good things because without doubt life is no worth living.

Kunst - Geld - Schönheit

By the time you read this, I would have wipe away my tears. My longing to become something not too clear in my mind, but forsaking my believe, I know it is truly a gift. A Tiger has come back from the dead, striped, ferocious, eating up a language and spiting out the truth



Like a breeze, my dream is to awaken in a time where the All Mighty may sacrifice one. Why Schiller continues to surprise us, I know that whatever is to come of this, I'll test myself for an everlasting peace. Lord hear my prayers, The Lord let me be not afraid. Son, listen, God, Fatherly Heaven above needs money, bring your baskets full of Geld.....




Self portrait; A man resisting once again, the power of God, Schiller is not a person but him, between his eyes, under his skin, strapped to his birth. Boy, oh sweet lover, I hate what I said to you, but it was true, you were afraid to believe. I got my money's worth. Schiller spoke his words. A bird cage, a carriage tramping over cobblestones, bleeding from his gut, faint, confused, ashamed of his last days on earth.

Sweet Jesus - He's resurrected

What terrific news. I am going to sing , whe he truly wicked. Move out of de way, I want to see too. Sweet Jesus is real. Were he totee, where he hands? Look at dat lamp foot. Jesus give meh some of what yuh have, I want to heal meh mudder, she child sick, Ah feeling bad for she....

Get off my fucking back and go to your room. Switch off the lights and study your prayers. Our Father, which art in heaven,hallowed be thy name....Prayers, what for I eh sin yet, I eh tief. Why to him, what he does do good for me?

Bastard, go sit, shut up before I rip your teeth out. You are foolish, you can't see why? You terrible, terrible, infant. Leave, get out, shame on you, find another light to sleep in. He's not God, he's not your mother.

Addendum: This appears to be a child about 12 years, killed on a bicycle. She is in search for her mother. Alone, difficult, neglect, disobedient

Eh life sweet - Tomorrow baby - Centipede chow

Guess it's over, call it a day
Sorry that it had to end this way
No reason to pretend
We knew it had to end some day......


Please lets not rumble over the past, I got it already made with my man, a thinker, a philosopher, a German bred in deed

You thought you got me, eh. You thought you got it good, piercing me with insults and jardon not worth a fly. I stumbled of course in the stock of the news. He's gay or what? I see you like me nude, I can tell it frighting you because you really don't like sex or the business of wiping up later. I got it good, I am free to tell it as it is. Schiller, he's my man. He looking to get back to all the unfinished prose laughing at the small thoughts you say about me. "He so strange, I fraid he, oui".


Now, when you face me, think of me in kind. I really don't care because I am not here listening to you tell me your lies


Cocked, keep it shut, think, it's over.....

Beautifu beautiful birdie

Fresh thyme, spirits glow, Schiller says hello

Mountains past by me father, lonely, fearful, un-joyous ingratitude. Come over to my side, surprise me, share what you know, for you see me as a twilight, glowing. Father, why can't I stay?

Nowadays people just have no reason. They are choosing me for a God. It is so strange, I like more of knowing why, I've suffered too, I've given up my dream.