Vovo シ

Agents of chaos cast burning glances at anything or anyone capable of bearing witness to their condition, their fever of lux et voluptas.

 

I am awake

only in what I love & desire

to the point of terror —

 

everything else is just shrouded furniture,

quotidian anaesthesia, shit-for-brains,

sub- reptilian ennui of totalitarian regimes,

banal censorship & useless pain.