Angel faces' beasts...
Near the door all the night...
I'm no longer the absolut spirit
Theatre of sordid illusions and prisonner of darkness
Complex machine and matter's union...
The metals fallen from the sky inhaling the vital saps and dream of the babylonian alchemy
Shady deal with the flesh and the life will pass away with my orgasm...
Ityphallicsculpture...
I am sure now: peace of the mirror