This has been blocked.
Now, I am the block,
and I decided to disappear.

It starts so softly,
and there is an echo.


I'm going to rent an apartment
in the middle of the sun.

Writing will take place there,
until the constant fusion
includes me.


Shabang.


Playing piano is only something
I do when I'm not playing piano.


There is an empty cup of tea
that I wish to undrink.

It's in front of me,
very very emptily.

I want to be fed by fog.



Give all of us a picture
and let us all flashback
together and come to the
wrong conclusion together.


Slippery song.