Texty: Anorexia Nervosa. Exile. Sequence 3 - Acclaim New Master.

... In this compendium ... Read... " The one who never laments and desires " is dear to the heart of ... Ebola-monkey carries its heartbreak animalcules in the Saharan desert"
" come to me ! "- The master defying ... I went out & saw it ...

"Will I be still there tomorrow ?" / Sadness & melancholy

A pustular cascade ... Soren on the rocks ... Vague justifications ... The crime... A compulsive treason / The original sin

I sat myself... My legs feel ash, prostrated by the central aspiration ...I knew that something was tickling me under the tong ( encouraging me to talk ?)/ Fire

Slow conspiracy & some mouths spelling words in an unknown language ... " Time was come to us to call for him !" & " let him come to shower us with his tears" ... Until dusk " Think about this time , when you didn't exist at all !" / Atavistic idolatry

" Are these wax puppets my toys ?" ... So someone in the crowd answered him to it is & some guards beheaded him for the moment ...

the master with the elephant body & storms in the saharan desert ...scorpions with an axe tongue ... walking in the single line ...sucking the sap flowing down from the feel of the Ebola-Monkey, the latter recognisable by its mammary growth ...

- "Nothing is decided with out your raising the voice !" the frozen men proclaim...
-" Come to me !"/ Plastic suction

Revolting vision... Plump disciples full of come... Cloning eyes... Crackling tongue...

One night, I had this dream : ... "Who are you?"... "My own shadow"/"legibility, why?"... At first was the hermaphrodite... So the flash.
The birds flew from the shore to escape from the new-born babies appearance...