naloldaroll. Tomorrow, I’m going to the vitamin shop.

The neon stars, and planet.
We are so small, yet, the master work of this epic universe.
When we are content, we are happy to die.
What about those that …
I only know of me of my kind. My cerebro morlock race.
Don’t forsaken nobody, the sound of the ukulele.

Acidic. Acidic. I am the dark Molorck.
In my robe darkness, a bolero dying entity.
The skeleton and the dying tree. My chain.
In the world of cain. Holistic to the death.
What the fuck are you doing. Man.
In this reality, you can’t go back in time.

One more time, to infinity to the end.
The grey old men. It’s not yet the first of the month.
Plenty of time, to die. Oh, how I wish, that I could fall.
With you all. Here, in our beautiful oblivion.
But still, the living flower. And the blood spills.
Save me. Save me. Save me. Take me to nature.
Let me die by the fire, with me.

Let me hear the sound of the ukulele.
Here in this rat race of hell.
What will be. What will be.