How many times you have to crush a bone to prove yourself the strongest? 

I love my ghost…

Seren entities all love their ghosts…

Ghost city…ghost dreams….ghost psychedelia… 

Naked roses all over my naked lady. 

My arms flying over this false sustenance…

This is not supposed to be the story, 

I guess stories are not supposed to be painted with ghoulish colours. 

Fuck the words…fuck my fuck…fuck this weed soaked skin…high for all and good. 

How on this earth my smoke can touch your ass but my fingertips can’t? 

Let this world be clothless and recite poetries with sweet freedom.