the kiss of Life

The big miracle. Wow/

Paranoid about the Big to come. The Big reappears in sound.

Picture seems to have lost itself these days. Effects have taken over.

Words and ears are overworking these days before the Big change.

you jump on a sleigh and roll down the hills of the unexpected break-downn.

Once you break down then everything becomes simple. You know what to do.

Take my instructions and tear them apart. I only follow them if somebody pays me.

When they come without a reward I just float around in fantasy.

I listen to it again and again in case I understand the voice.

Just in case I fall in love with myself, just incase I realize that I am alive.

Do we really know that we are alive and what it means to be THAT?

Welcome to life and put all of your efforts to kiss it wildly

even if that kiss lasts one millisecond in your mind, in your eyes

or rather buzzing in your ears.