Valid squalid mirrornPure fools pulennPure kid's cutting off his pinkynHe strikes it, clang clangnwith dried up soundsnLet's put it into the burning dryernClean it up clean it up, for my layernn50,000 dreams in the skynRisky hunters are under the groundnI painted chipped zoonon the cracked wallnWhat do I missing?nSome kind of alive creaturesnI guessnCloser, smoother, I paint it blacknTrue cells, neat wellnThe wall is suddenly broken downnnCracked penguin flying aroundnnext to two-leg-turtle hiding outnnext to split-tail-monkeynlaughing outnnext to fat big elephantnbleeding his nosenI'm just watching this happenednlike I'm watching TV screennThis lovely lovely terrornnLike a rubbernLike a bombernLike a slicernLike a ladder reach to heavennSmaller fear in Spider tearnflashing backnto the childhood to be hiddennI fill up the airnwith my wasted visionnn(It's stopped...nAsk me like,nWhat about the moon???nAm I howling?nsh-----------...)nHear my story...nthat you don't getnthat you don't haventhat you don't setnthat you don't letnthat you don't wantnthat you don't seenthat you don't saynthat you don't carenPlenty of plots waiting for quest withnstarving midgetsnSpacey kid has no phobic clocknwith no handsnEasy flee, Easy bullet, Easy pleanNo repairman'll comenNow they fill up the skynNo place is left aroundnexcept my ownnNo repairman'll comenn50,000 dreams in the skynRisky hunters are under the groundnI painted chipped............