Psychedlic

      She found herself in the highlighted margin,
        more than fame can conquer
              A myth
         I feel my unconscious,
           sharp like panic,
    daunting more than a blue razor,
     conceptual than a candlestick,
        bright and condescedning,
          I beg for your insults
   Everything's personal,
                     though the subjective won't agree.
Objective is only peripheral, and the ones who can see that is  the blind
    Venus and Mars would understand if only castrated,
   understand that she is infectious,
executive lifestyle,
execute the ideas,
statue of NO limitations
,    bring a feed-greed and the thirst of a burning lyric.
          Her placenta is a noose everybody,
               absent fetus,
                 feed us!
         How evil is Immortality?
Lynch is the only perfection,
so bring your'e words
I'm starving so I give myself to one last god,
Womb has only one mile.
And so does dear Death,



but not my lover Unconscious.