Those elegant artists with smooth portraits Makes me think about empty space What is hidden behind them Slowly burning negatives will always revile true emptiness Those elegant buyers with smooth money

In between from toes I feel apocalyptic event in future dream Moving room with moving lovers On twisting stage With Moon lady face and weeping artificial child The end up is open in a bottle of wooden rum

Compared to someone's work to some other artist Is just stupid and thoughtless and lazy mind like

She is mouthful And Still asking for more

In children are the hidden secrets of the unexplored universe Monumental immortal forms of crashing asteroids Into the fire of the sun

16 November 1913 | A Dutch Jewish woman, Bertha Romijn-Kool, was born in Amsterdam. In August 1942 she was deported to #Auschwitz. She did not survive. --- Learn about the fate of Jews deported from the German-occupied Netherlands to Auschwitz: http://lekcja.auschwitz.org/32_en/

In dark blue snow Flames of summer are turning into night Ice crackers Marshmallow snowflakes Individual choice is made when she is coming in From the deep desert of red white sand The symbol of my life

In background Of White emptiness In Hat of liqueur - le creme You are like crawling naked queen Peaceful in spot in between Cursed essence Voices are lifting up from your words On the aisle of swallowing swamps There is no escape only one spaceship

Everybody saying yes And No clues after their thought works

Participating in discussion on the internet is like a waiting game for an over match.

Farewell to this form Lift up heavy experience into colossal heaven Split in 7 cause I never split in 9 Handsome lady with handsome guy Couple in 15 , 15 Music has my love and birds cannot fly over green heights

Chewing gum head Erased with tongue Pink print swollen by saliva Humorous grotesque is here Fingers are boneless Who are we After we decide to create another system of control Toothless grinders

In certain struggle for one hope We are blamed for what we never did This is assuming like a personal gift Brass march is on Under red flags with bleeding thorn Nothing will make us free Down in the gulag we are burning like a frozen tree

Where is green there is a snow

The end of me It's the beginning of the happiest life Strict discipline is out of control Freedom is flowing in random patterns Crash test went well No one is hurt and the engine is burning

The story In the next set of your typewriting On Structured wall by web lines ,strings Mono patterns in repeating Experience through fallen voices Save 118 children from the candy barrel of a mad clown The sing a monogram Held it on Macabre , light up of me It's all done

In violet sound noise Space in pause Pulsing without flowing Under line Sweating hands are full of possibilities All happen not at once But Right now at the moment Of Streaming consciousness In white silence

14 November 1924 | Polish Jewish girl, Hina Nadolna, was born in Warsaw. She emigrated to France. She was deported to #Auschwitz from #Drancy on 24 July 1942. She did not survive. --- A short video about the first two gas chambers created near Auschwitz II-Birkenau: https://youtu.be/Rr6lF75fDmU

It was the beginning of the building of borders inside of empty skulls Concrete barriers with Barb wires on the top Chanted nationalistic songs For Clueless masses at factories and shipping halls All went well and we created empty land

You know you are all like worms When If you dig out of the underground you will die

Ice - breaths Bright solitude in bright retrospective Open windows Moving birds from one space into another Just like quantum suicide The mask is falling but the face will never fade away Quiet rooms Silent songs In Digital films Fire works conceptual gods

13 November 1923 | A Dutch Jewish woman, Charlotte Content, was born in Amsterdam. In September 1942 she was deported to #Auschwitz. She did not survive. --- Learn about the fate of Jews deported from the German-occupied Netherlands to Auschwitz: http://lekcja.auschwitz.org/32_en/

In the kitchen sorting of fork knives Naked butts Red wine in mustard glasses Fat salami in newspapers of better tomorrow Radio stations are canceling night music show carnivals We are here by accident from the parallel universe

On the bridge of the fire light Crossing multilayers of one possibility Splitting and uniting Transforming with stillness of stars Tomorrow is a just concept Consequence is avalanching Forward to sleeping death

In raising grey suite Walking along empty paths Breathing upon fire stones Past of me In ancient years of naked springs My life is like a myth At the mouth of true disbelief Arising hearts Common wisdom is shared upon my death And You know me by my name

Stupidity of current humans Are Over reaching my sanity To call resistance just not to perform or not buy some particular products That's what I call apathetic opportunity

Successful artists are like successful businesses man , boring and without any creativity

Fire is burning in a cold stove Dinner is almost ready in raw mode Two fingers are crossing the hill of salt No knives or forks Just the wooden spoons with holes Is it time or is it no time Mindful wrong doing has your bliss

Sitting on toilet Listening to an empty rounded death head All is falling through just like my sweet poo You can catch it It will end up at sugar can Sealed by empty wounded left hand Are you prepared to consume

American politicians are good in public speeches , they can talk for hours and then suddenly there is no more democracy due to lack of actions

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The change - development Skull in crystal blood Sutendly leaving of the tribe path In the living valley of silent cut

In brunette shine Over calm tones On the bottom of cups of sparkling wine Candles are melting in midnight kissing Our tongues are dancing around each other - we are crawling in

You sworn and your dance On fire fields of death chance Apples trees were in ashes And Your rifle was out of bullets We laugh and we make love Cause Death is all around

Circle

In afternoon bed I am reading about working in a labour camp It's legal now to be punished by slavery work To get abused and to get sick food Here you are under numbers crypto code Turn around there is guarding dog is disabled by common rabies

11 November 1918 | A French Jewish woman, Victoire Jeanne Marx, was born in Brunoy. On 20 July 1942 she was deported from Angers to #Auschwitz in a transport of 827 Jews. She did not survive. --- Women at Auschwitz: https://lekcja.auschwitz.org/2022_kobiety_en/

Night rain

Faith or corruption You all will fall into one fire pit Seemingly you are not worth for it Trenches are full of empty magazines Nurses are dirty by amputated blood And Another donut girl was abused by some hero with filthy hands This is the war with no common sense

American journalists are like toddlers pointing and shouting and no one understands about actually what or for

Me, extremely disappointed in you.

Frame

My wounded feet Don't let me step on faster moving grounds Here in the forest The animals are beasts And Humans are a lost aspect of crawling ents on the sugar lines Nature is justice

In dirty golden light In calm make up of sweating lips Reproductive cultural bliss Corners of eyes are glittering My dead friends are waking from the death of their cells We are unique in every luxury way We do believe and you do not

Mouths are full of disappointment and grievances But Only what they do is some podcast with no true understanding for anything Laughable resistance