,Standing on the edge between illusion and sanity
self-loathing and self-manifestation, a point where the
apparent guiding lines are hidden beneath psychoactive
manic frustration, the breach is made and the soul is
volnurable to all self-inflictions.

Each journey behind the mind through the paths of Dementia
and agoraphobia exposes more of the linear path we've
buried long ago, in an array of toxic waste and inner
destruction called 'experimentations', unlike the Phoenix
from our ashes we'll never arise, exposed/destroyed.

If you want to find me, I will see me etched beneath every
wooden idol, looking from every path I'll cross, right
beneath the stars. Solar triangles will teach you infinite
lies misguided as truths. If you'll ever find me take me
.home