The bracelet has fallen. One round around, your leg surrounds. Loose or tight, everything is right. You go left. You left. Your right. I gamble next to rabbits. Demythologize the air and mythologize the ground. One round, around. With gems and dark red string. What will this loss bring. The bracelet has fallen. In every lie i grow old. It fall off. It fall on my chest like iron. One lion, prideless, wanders out in the desert. The over. And what is under. A tiring thunder.
Random thoughts, twisted meanings and recreational aspects.