desire-tree

i look myself in little children faces, when i was untouched, unbeatable....
without knives flowing through me, in the small carousel round chatting, glowing, being...
my head touches the scarf and the noise is all over me....scared...please dont...dont dont..dont know you...

I recognized myself in other hands, my grave is beatiful, i see the top of it,,,full of dirty....can i move the world?can i?
Dad..dont do that now, i dont like it....Scars...my shoulders aches.
i really like red mom, yesterday i bathe in red shower...was beatiful.

Freedom at last, seventeen ya'know?....hate you parents, you are not my parents, you're dead people. shelf, shotgun...pretty colors in the sky...the fat lady sings along, so awful is my behavoir sometimes...shame on me....coldness in my spirit..enrichment----you you.

wish you happy greetings grandpa, why dont have a bear? hey i feel uncomfortable..stop man, MOMMY MOMMY........fucking bullet,i dont like blue...blue is a bad color.....because your car is blue...

i see myself in children faces, i like the scars now though.