Enjoy the law of perpetual motion in its failure because there is no law, just things of sense and rapture, circle squared, in the effort to assume that the unknown veiled sky is indeed the decayed fortress and not only a personal caress from an inner visionary field but in fact, the time is here and for this second coming, maybe more electric and less metaphysical, it´s the morphic world, of industrial environments, that´s preparing the terrain, ambiental with guitars, where the cosmic swirl starts orbiting, in a pensive flight, around pure sine and strange messages from out of space, some of them, barely speaking, in unknown dialect, between scaled strident of thrills and waves of claustrophobic noise but then the decompression comes per se with the detached death of the ego, though, as green is the middle color, in the spectrum of light, a shift for the blue may occur by the will of approaching.
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