Lost catalyst. Broken, une bobine. Blur, in the dark, dirty glasses. Raining mind. Spared thoughs in the windy drops. Angry sky, hungry questionnement. Starving of answers. Tesla coil, transformed energy. Pampered on a sofa, walking on my back. Rolling like a square. Energy in the teeth. Could you run in the 4th dimension without feeling the waves of nodes? Not able to assemble two words together. Finding the end in the filter of your inexisting coffee machine. In your neck are hidden too much barbed wires.
D40.