A broken dream

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

New grasslands

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

Three different ones

o lazying years, blazing steel in their eyes

In the Gardens

o we spend many hours in the sight of the towers

They divide us

o how we can be faithful and diligent sheeps

Passing a hole

o until a breeze forces them to laziness

In the packs

o I just believed they were eating corporate meat

Good old Pig

o he appeared in the light and spoke to me

Porgy´s castle

o on each package was a picture of the Beast

Pig´s march

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

Deplorable restless mind

o and Beast will find us doing right

Still have a Heart

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

Postfactic Blues

o one drop drops down window differently from the others

Forrest of steel

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

Forest intermezzo

o then the smell of these forgotten years emerges like echoes

Vice versa

o you know that everything is reversed | A. Huxley

Vice versa thinking

o a man hunted by vision a hell on earth

Scream alone

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

Take your time

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