nausea
I dream about LSD
drive on, you robot,
elliptical thinking

vitamins
drops of love
Woody Allen, I hate that man,
I love Hitchcock
make a poster, such a drama

pop art
shit, you need liberation,
metaphors are dry veins,
silent men and suicidal monkeys

nobody remembers the 1 world war
my grandmother's dead
communism and LSD
drunk people and Polish songs
don't drive on this road at night

I hate the sound of depression
but enemies are free to talk
encyclopedia
press the button I need oxygen.

humankind is such a failure
spinning without religion
graffiti
read Irvine Welsh and make yourself happy.