echoes of theology bent in the arms of giants nobles demand the luxury of meaning but this printing house's ink is only white and the pages are white too marble halls we dwell in - labirynth we live in
the tribe with no mythology wall writing catacomb dwellers in a desperate need for the luxury of meaning but this library offers dust and dust only so how do you turn the pages? marble halls we dwell in - labirynth we live in I once had a dream I was locked in the complex of marble rooms and corridors, full of notes and books, written in all known languages both on walls and floor and on the books and scrolls placed all over the place in all humanly possible constellations and ways yet the sense was lost Because all the letters were mixed after sort of an earthquake or cataclysm and lived there humanlike demon who came too close to me one time scaring me to death I grabbed him by the face squeezing it, afraid of how fragile he actualy is, and how much pain I'm causing him, still I mashed his eyeless head like a piece of paper and woke up in feversTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
