Do not cut nostalgia to increase the shot of terror experienced. And it will be the axis of water. Sneaky images. Our guilty sins. Our supernatural meat. As well as the phantasmagorical morbid. In the restlessness of the breath of the word. With nothing inside the eyes, except thick and opaque liquid. Only the clock train is missing. He also uses it for the noise he makes when marking, with fine needles, at the same time. The short walk to life. With what goes to meet. I am watched. I am watched. For the monstrous passionate neutrality. For the dance of the mind. For the unspeakable. Cold as a sea fish neck. Like a sea cat. Sea spiders the sky of my mouth, because you. Water-brave. With your signal fingers. Because you. Beyond you will give me body to mine named insufficient. Will you give me. You will take away what is blurred. In the limits of my shadow. In its invisible limits. Every time we are previous signs.

Autobiographies. Write en miroir. Palimpseste sur painting. Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.