A child contemplates the nakedness of mothers .
Calling '' Mom '' the mortal artifice of the times.
Kid, you will grow up looking at yourself
through the schizophrenic terror
of an Hitchcock film ...
Everybody's girlboy ,each person's gender
of another mask ,you'll shout '' Come back ! ''
In a Philadelphia's rotten street ...
Abnormal family in a broken mirror .
But the mask under the face won't recognize you !
A crack hit will give you a breast ...
You will only be what life did not want to make you...
Enjoyment defies the laws of nature
when the gazelle submits to the lion's desire .
Sand statues seek conformity with the trending tides...
Instructions manuel lost the conformity .
Dad ,jerking off the joystick and confides
in the hoover ...
'' Tonight Hawaian pizza before bedtime ! ''
Have fun !
Don't give a damn about anything !
Gather pollen in the bellies that make angels !
Life will pass like a dream ...
Mom has pass the expiration date
to be hooking up with Benjamin Button ...
She sleeps with her senses confused
or perhaps its is this other one
I would like to call '' Odour ! ''
This family lacks diversity ...
I don't know who opened this molasses box anymore..
I'll forget all this by treating myself
in the thousend and one nights of fentanyl ...
Or lie down on the Jeffrey's couch .
dahmer or epstein ? No choice ...
The deep state is this abnormal family .
I am a mad man who aspires to breathe
in a galaxy where nothing is different ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 9th, 2026 11:06
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Genius breeds madness as thoughts separate from the normal mass. Other dimensions arise where all a point now there is length and soon height. Fly me to the moon as the Neandertal looks up and the men in white suits run with their butterfly nets rounding up Newton and Einstein sent to the mad house for crimes against humanity. Jung fights Freud for his Oedipus complex after seeing his mother naked. It's a nightmare of the mad.
Its just a socio-poetical reflection based on the deviations of our system
And well done
When the whole society loses its compass, even madness loses its direction.
Dad has broken his joystick !
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