in and out of facts

all we ever did was to feast upon exploding stars

and suddenly we became

eroded fantasy

space travel is boring

where is my mind
i'm here to disappoint

mood-biased editing

innate

dinosaul

what are we doing here, why do we stay

slow snow falling

we're in the age of the great abyss
where plenty isn't enough

what you crave is what you get
the instant formula of the present

take one step back and you'll refuse to compute
the means are clear
what we seek is here

to evolve is to keep nothing sacred

i'm getting older
but my habits remain foggy
i'm not afraid to feel
but i still feel i should be

my life is a lie
so is yours

no chapter will ever end
what you begin is what you become

belief is a perspective
shed light upon the situation at hand
we're nothing, to be real

stuffed stuff
a sense of purpose
habitual vegetation
hands for no reason

the smell of tobacco
we yearn to be hooked
the fabricated escape
to an illusion we trust

home home home
what is it really
except for an accepted language
of the common

what feels real must be
greatness is the ultimate

posses a quantity of qualities
be a shoe-in for everything

everybody's gotta fit in
manipulated jigsaw life

free will
and the means thereof
doesn't exist
so welcome home
to the village of whatever

survival of the slickest

houses only house dead ends

mass suggestion in oslo spektrum

backspace history,
reenact its scrapyard

once and since

this image actually got me the nickname 'camera-terrorist'
so now you have to chose. are you with me or against me.

yoga mind tricks

as i think about how far i've come
how many days spent in the same manner

it's easy to realize, certain skills come in handy
as clouds clog your mind

what was once, will never come back

you're a piece of pulsating matter
moving through space in a fixated pace

as my hands come of age
as wrinkles gather across my biggest organ
my eyes observe an extension of the mind

barley between all the cells

got to
be
got to
go
got to become

got to go home

retreat as a treat

confined room
expanded gaze

we see nothing
but talk a lot about it


no. i'm not very refined

but who am i to blame
as i breathe toxic fumes

i want something different, something new

how to remain passionate
without telling anyone

all is gold until you start digging for it

racing with the sun

crawling in crowded spaces

your life is a lie

better heil saul