Break the clock.
Today is the feast of the body.
Soul quietly entered and closed the door.
Dogs howled, and
All happened that we never dared to face.
Come on in. All endure the bed.


Alien voices, wheezing, groans!
A coffee table with white powder........
In the fog of heaven,
In silent phones,
Pour, I will be whiskey with milk.


Eye to eye,
Growl and claws.
All for you, and as I want.
Everything is not in vain. 
The pleasure of the flesh........
Do you want to fly too, tomorrow?