Stop thinking. Stop breathing.
Leave it to others to pretend to be God.
Nothing to do with this? (Huh?)
There’s nothing irrelevant. Asshole.
Pedigreed politician.
How can you be stupid enough to be grateful for him?
All I have to do is tame the maiden and the shura.
Sing now souls.
Sweet, sweet old fashioned.
Junkies are still in the dungeon.
Dyeing the rainbow bridge in bright red.
Deceptive Cleopatra.
Go look through that hole.
Sartre’s looking at me.
Straighten up the spine like Beauvoir.
“Nothing” is here.
I’ll eat it all up.
Old fashioned donuts.
Tasteless and odorless anarchist.
Superstars to be numbered.
Lyricists who can be pretend with copy and paste.
Thank you for breaking the world. (lol.)
On top of the burned and reclaimed forest.
Pinata of Love and Earth.
The summer grass, It is all that’s left of ancient warriors dreams.
TOKYO 2020 It‘s so vain.
Red rip and platform shoes.
Kick in the door. I’m not gonna wait.
You are who you are. Perception by the soul.
Take a breathe. Life is fragile.
Toss into hot oil.
Generous amounts of sugar. I’m not gonna wait.
Three o’clock snack should be good enough.
I’ll get bored with it. I’m not gonna wait.
I’ll eat it all up.
Old fashioned donuts.
There’s no reason to be born.
You can’t put a price tag on a soul.
If everything could be bought with money, I don’t need the whole world.
Damn, maybe I’m just trying to be cool.
By the way, Don’t you want to eat something sweet?