This Babillon world i’m living in,
All mixture and confuse,so juvenile yet so complicated…
Not gracefull,but stylish
white flags, this world surrenders, but doesn’t looses the war..
Is this reality or just it’s surogate?
My celebral activity is dying just looking for a sense…
NON-SENSE
Any sense? Some sense?
Common sense….
April 6th, 2006