

Get pregnant from illness... derive the reason to change into sound experiments... Reach the distance between dreams and nightmares... allures that kill angels... it's so... the becoming.
Listen Circa Survive

A long time ago, the simplicity of my thoughts began to dissolve... now, wired to the ground I can smell the delightful waves of mental perturbations, avoiding illness, confuse and reasons to kill yourself.
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Of curse you can... the language is just a game... Nada se compara con la profundidad de una mirada...
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