every season again the blue illumination dropped from the
words just pronounced
with the golden knife
- it's a place when Poltergeist
put it
during the childhood of recent manager
who is the first man in the world petrol industry

anyway
the sound
the abreaction in the child cemetery
hates me again
strong like one year before
like twenty years before

naturally, it has nothing to do, that hate,
with my card for travelling back the same day