Flesh is Not Fresh

I gave up finding fault with the world. It did not let go of me. I do not appreciate the cosmos. Such a bad idea.


I do not know how to explain my trouble. I don’t want to know it.


Every Sunday, I used to go to Mars. Never felt I belong to your planet. I spent four days-for days on my dear Mars. Without telling anything, without talking even one single word to your nasty world. I’ve been silent for a long time.


Full of dead flesh, panic by the next, thoughts of an ugly average mind, ideas from an overrated society.


Time did not exist, not at all, not in things. Meaningless, nothingness and inhumanity. I suspect the miracles. If everything is magical, nothing is magical.


Anyway, they are twins. Mars and opposite side of Mars. Say hi!

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