Unsolved Ideas of a Distorted Guest

...they twist and tangle in this circle of sand
...unclassified
...they crawl up the walls everywhere
...without precisions, shapes in a giant bunny's cranium
...hopping and irresolute, unsolved ideas of a distorted guest
...no justifications...for these flavors are tasty passages
...the pleasure of sharing a so special collection

...if I only had some mechanical apparatus involved with my torso
my personal darkness would fade out to the nine winds, blown away by grafting cells

...but then

...She tasted spontaneity with a honorable mission in mind just to spit out intense squares
of uncolored ink in the face of a pulsating mass of flesh talking nonsense on its throne
...daaaaamn well she did!

...and in view of that case, the oracle declared that it would be more pleasant to be
naturalized than to make conversation with a blind beholder in need of affection...
Only to find the same patterns on the fast lane

We are within the non-sense of a larger plan worthy of some salt pouring on a bloodied
part...Merry, Merry, Joy, Joy !!
A nice and pleasant dip in an acid pool
Don't you see my smile ? I just glow with derision !
Or perhaps my eyes, turning pitch black,
only want to pierce these dense walls all around me
They always do when sarcasm is on the verge of punching a well earned goal

Horns and screams are tools for the altered thoughts of an attitude rooted
in multiple layers of beings...
...we once lost our wings and can't ignore the excruciating pain of a grounded life...

We are within the non-sense of a larger plan worthy of some salt pouring on a bloodied part...
Sonority Divine ! Positive feelings made this frustration vanish in a shout of pure energy

To blend is not to bend
To be is one two three
Impulsions on the throne
Choices for you alone
The earth is not round...

Sans même user de paroles intelligibles, ils se comprenaient tous
Alignés du même côté de la démence temporaire
Ces sons qui salivent de sens éparpillés signalaient un état d'esprit intense et implacable

...and in view of that case, the oracle declared that it would be more pleasant to be
naturalized than to make conversation with a blind beholder in need of affection...
Only to find the same patterns on the fast lane...