A broken dream

a man hunted by vision a hell on earth | A. Huxley

New grasslands

we believe in nonsense that enough senses would brighten up our dirty minds

Three different ones

lazying years, blazing steel in their eyes

In the Gardens

we spend many hours in the sight of the towers

They divide us

how we can be faithful and diligent sheeps

Passing a hole

until a breeze forces them to laziness

In the packs

I just believed they were eating corporate meat

Good old Pig

he appeared in the light and spoke to me

Porgy´s castle

on each package was a picture of the Beast

Pig´s march

a man hunted by vision a hell on earth | A. Huxley

Deplorable restless mind

and Beast will find us doing right

Still have a Heart

they have commands to bark to anyone who wants to cross the lines

Postfactic Blues

one drop drops down window differently from the others

Forrest of steel

a man hunted by vision a hell on earth | A. Huxley

Forest intermezzo

then the smell of these forgotten years emerges like echoes

Vice versa

you know that everything is reversed | A. Huxley

Vice versa thinking

a man hunted by vision a hell on earth

Scream alone

flow with crowd but alone you can scream but no one hear it | A. Huxley

Take your time

there were just remain a few unspoken toughts from closely tight soul