Dance with the devil... (or premeditated judgment for an open door TIO-03)

  Every soul has the fragrance  of death
every child has a false baby's breath.
And in every one of you i have seen mOre than i wanted to
but that´s nonsense...
cause as time goes by, my interest accrues
ornamental objects of no great value.

You don´t know who you are withot a credential

 You pay for it day by day
praying to a God by fear of his very existence.
A God that cannibalize over the more sadistic impulses
one who hates logic and his derivatives

An idea that stands upon somebody else's legs.

Stupidity sees the sun
bold is a hair color
off is a TV channel


You! spent all this time... Life... It is, if you don´t know,
made out of tokens.
Tokens of time
Tokens of happiness

That memory you used to share takes the world for granted.

¿Was it worth it?

Nought's had, all's spent, where our desire is got without content

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