Breeze around my bloody neck smiling and cursing the wind that flows through the graveyards of this creation…

For it is full of chaos and disorders,

Ignorant entities don’t care for that…all they have is sarcasms for the patternless transient tides. 

Only thing you can see at those hungry stars are their distance from rules. 

Chaos is beauty…chaos is opposite of barbarism…

You fall in maze and you cripple out of it by your magnitude of craziness, 

those effervescent lines of cars…spitting the souls of gray parades, 

you didn’t evolve for those. 

Insane lines…gut wrenching fights…sporty beers… startling music, 

all you need to go with a tremble. 

Successful in imaginations and strive towards esoteric yearnings. 

Defamation won’t matter in your death.

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Photograph: Byron Jorjorian.