Lonely reflux

Lonely Reflux
Continue the pursue of magicland my brother,a kind of fertile hole dug for hungry rats,we cant' miss such a sweet trap
The feather nowadays got stuck down in the poison,letting in,jittery black words directed to cling all over this fair ceiling because a contrast always forces the eye,some looks scared of a gleam,some are carrying a holy fire so i join the flames to light another cigarette
Pardon me mother stillness,but I wanna exhale it on the  facial features of the silence,take a breath mask
The witness of concepts riding a metamorphosis,on the pure walls appear shades of fungus,in a second the space shrinks...and I didn't open yet Kafka
The modern humanity isn't,but bricks are elastic?,the windows need someone to blame because they are tearing right now,not celsius fault in this case,but instead the cold war outside which battles against the degrees of the soliloquy in here
While the sun slices up the fog and draws shadows on this box using his infinite arms,no pencil and no blade, those shapes are burning intensely following my few lines on a paper...certain works can be gastric.