Hell is a social body ,oozing and feverish
in a fit of dustbin spirit .
Hell is an old silent movie
that plays on a loop in my head .
Shouting morbid mantras
between the cotton-soft walls
of a padded room .
Hell is this unity in dispersion.
Mister Bean in the other\'s absent gaze.
I am making the buzz .
you\'re making the booze .
This is the story of a crazy bird
shivering with cold in paradise .
I am a nothing who is recognized.
Or a genius dancing on the moon ...
Sometimes, I wake up ,wondering :
\'\' What time is it in my dreamare ? \'\'
There is no arrivure or departal for hell !
Its a jungle for cubist painter ,
trampling on an impressionist garden !
\" Are you Jane ? \'\'
- \'\' I am not Zorro ! \'\'
Lets read the scriptures :
In the beginning was the canvas .
Which gave birth to the web .
Which created the maze .
Who gave serpent ,the presence .
And so madness was born .
And madness says :
\'\' It\'s a funny chaos ,buddy !
Don\'t worry, be happy Buddha ! \'\'
My friend the doc\' Freud
in his fed\' attire ,prescribed me
the beast\'s QR code for life ,
to enable me to keep in touch
with all my differences .
\'\' That\'s $ 150 boy !
and good Halloween ! \'\'
Hell is pernicious .
It sticks you in grand\'ma jam .
Turning you into a grown-up
with no answers ...
You\'re going to die
from a a shortage of consumption .
Jim Morrison takes your hand
to the river .
And hell tastes like eternal regrets ...