Theory of Hybrids

A uniform distribution of grey and brown, the color tastes really good. Born to the treachery, you won't miss the original shade. We'll swim in the same pool, the red one. Does time cleanse or is it just another vector of decadence? The smell of burning flesh and hair, and then the numbness start; close your eyes and levitate, make up your mind- where do you feel like going? Like Rome, it will burn, along with Cedars and Thyme; the proverbial cleansing. And the hybrids rise with their nameless colors and shades of the nameless. Oh come! the eve of the Serpent, winged and feathered; fly with all your glory to the Sun at his weakest hour. The power of the Hammer and the reign of the Arrows; . The army ride towards the Sun, a new dawn, armed with horror for tomorrow. The colossal whore of the machine, does he ever please you? Do you cry or weep when you fuck? Or are you getting fucked!! Plastic flowers, reeking passages and dead fetuses; the twilight makes my eyes hallucinate.

Its quite inevitable, the fuck ups, when it is a choice between the wrong and the wrong, which makes me right, whatever the option is. Its been going on for a while, or maybe thats just the way things are. And you know what, it makes perfect sense, actions and decisions can never come to an agreement..And the rants, the never ending-irritating(yup, just like that itch which cannot be scratched kind)-soliloquy of the mother freaking monologue kings and drag-queens. Yeah, you are lucky bastard, thank your stars that you are still standing