"We are packs of vanity-thirsty dogs roaming time
Our consciousnesses crashed on the highway
like puddles of neglected lives
that flow in the middle of the landscape
of rest area
Our empty maws by despair
are seeking a last day drop to breathe light
without fatigue
This sense of self
a mixture of colors
that doesn’t mean much
Then don't forget to keep a sad shape
for the memory
and remember of course to replace
the water of the flowers to prevent sadness
from fading"
Kotsuhiroi - "Prophecy" 2015 (Excerpt)
VEGETAL
OBSCENITIES
CANNINBAL HYMN 02
