and in the end it will be only other voices speaking through me.
"vanishing happily, may i ask you?" spyta sa neskodne.
"hkur thur wer. hkur..."

bataille!! von prec von, prec von von prec prec von von prec prec von preco? vlastne?

rozplynuta figurka. jeden dva jeden dva, dychaj zhlboka.

the fool.

I feel
my desire to vomit desire
o collapse
ecstasy from which I fall
asleep
when I cry out
you who are and will be
when I will be no more
deaf X