Random Idea For A Fighting Game Character: Three Little Bear Cubs On Top Of Each Other, Wearing A Trenchcoat.

Lots of artist sing about love, woe and abstract perceptions. Hovewer, I propose to sing about mundane things, such as that slice of pizza that calls upon you at night when you're 12 beers deep, or that thing that lives in the walls and steals your left socks.

Life is to short to worry about emotions.

Rolling the dice

Rolling the dice What will it be? which form will grant me. Away from fate, to become someone else

Will I be a pal or gal? Should I be dead or alive? probability: 50/50, even or odd? Tall or short? I don't know.

What are my options? Is it true or false? Can I be free from woe? I don't want to be alone. I need someone else to grow.

My hand shakes in distress. Will my memories be the same? Is my soul lucky as well? Is it too late? or do I really need a second chance?

The red die rolls, Silence took over the room. Feeling dizzy, the young one collapsed. A maelstrom of sensations is passing by.

Suddenly, the new one remembers, With clear joyfulness, They are playing true or dare. And they dare to kiss each other, until the end of this era.

This is one of those days that math punch you in the face and you can't do nothing but cry.

Electronic Sleep

A place with electric lights Filled to the brim with virtual minds Looking for beauty and following a true path A phosphorous room where no one can run.

You might open and close the door. But your image stays the same. You may ask for forgiveness. But processes don't hear your pain.

Everything is a boundless map. but we know it's all planned. The ghost on your pane Are a product of your intake.

The world was made by winners. It's pointless to change fate. Let the pretty images take you away. Let the androids dream instead.

While the rain pours

empty, wet street We were under a robust tree. An umbrella made of leaves

Silver-gray sky Waiting for the storm to pass by It was in vain, but we had to try.

Being close to each other We start to share our warm Our lips are now in touch.

The storm may stop But ours has just begun. Time will tell if everything has a point.

Just another day...

Another comunist eating a big mac

It's so hot in the summer; it's a waste of time.

Free thinkers are chugging Simon's chyme.

[Chorus]

Just another day in paradise!!!

Don't sit around; you better get green bucks!

While the fascists are doing peace signs

Happy Birthday, Rosy! Have some rotten pie!

[Chorus]

Just another day in this futuristic grime!!!

Life and microchips were a mistake.

A crisis is caused by greed and pain.

Don´t ask your grandma, or she'll rot in hell.

[Chorus]

Just another day is what it takes!!!

Just don't look at the news!!

Panic and powder are on the Day view!!

Shit eating grins showing a school phew phew!!

[Chorus]

Just another day in disgust!!

"The law is made for you to abide!"

exclaimed the micro-plastic rich with pride.

While politicians are launching the last genocide.

[Chorus]

Just another day in paradise!!!

Several questions at night

Have you ever had an endless dream? illusions of being alive, Christine. Do you like the taste of lips in rouge? What kind of person do you take me for?

Have you ever looked in the mirror at midnight? Those eyes, like a starless nocturnal sky What did you see? I couldn't think. How on earth are those windows still intact?

I was trapped in a silk pink fabric. Abandoned in a corner of your room. Did you hear my heavy breathing? Or do you just sit there alone?

Reason is not your guide. It's pointless to sit and talk. Do you still have the time? Could you give me those hours back?

I opened the door and said goodbye. But you continued to cry. No more; I put the fabric over you. I will never use that reflective door.

Seriosly, how on earth people write a lot lot like novels and encyclopedias?

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