- Tuesday, February 24, 2004
are this putrid swamped feelings vanishing away...
is this clockworking mind shredding the contained area...
are this body members fighting the balloon of waste...
is this cold skin being embraced by the once tormenting rain...
is this polluted soul unleashing on itself the hurricane of joy...
and suppressing, on this head, the pestilent thoughts...
or is it another joke...another lie...
another amusement...playing inside...
