Thereby drying up the grounds of our thoughts, every drop of water gone, we terminate, with our eyes open, and our cracked tongues scorched in lies, never giving back what is stolen from the thief''s own bed, the eggs of a fragile existence. We must cut the stone to find equations which will move us back to hearing. Unleash angry dogs and raccoons to shit on the lawns. The fertilization process through physical death is the cautios regenerator. As brains spindle off into electricity, the cold beast will strangle every greedy participant who robs the mother of her children.
Every extinction corresponds to a death in the spirit of man.
He is robber of his own spiraling beauty. His heart is the cold ice, which he insists on melting in his lifetime with volatile nuclear explosions.