Drinking words from a bone catheternWithout consistencenTasting dominance as an appetizernAmbitious platters spiced with numbersnMy thoughts wander as I stare at the talking fish...nGiving sound advices on how to silence my dish.nnBillions of living paintings for the greedynIn this summit of foamnInvited by naughty titans in their inhuman museumnTo share not-so mysteries and their would-be decorum.nnFeasting fools on a monstrous pathnFeasting fools in a soiled bubble bath...nTable is set for tragedynA misshapen mole in the face of decency.nnFeasting fools on a monstrous pathnFeasting fools in a soiled bubble bath...nnA misshapen mole in the face of decency.nnCybernetic fairies in loss of powernCrushed by the work-till-death projectnSick as wingless birdsnSkewered on a numeric stake.nnLook, the synthetic clown is smilingnAnd the children are starvingnLudicrous pawn of despotic tramplersnIndustrial monsters...nIndustrial monsters, jaws ripping the very fabricnOf this physical existence.nnBillions of living paintings for the greedynIn this summit of foamnInvited by naughty titans in their inhuman museumnTo share not-so mysteries and their would-be decorum.nnFeasting fools on a monstrous pathnFeasting fools in a soiled bubble bath...nTable is set for tragedynA misshapen mole in the face of decency.nnFeasting fools on a monstrous pathnFeasting fools in a soiled bubble bath...nnA misshapen mole in the face of decency.nnElegant jacketsnDragon-skin style;nMandrake cigarsnFathering tiny stormsnOf snobbism,nFresh cemetery juicenAnd electro-nervesnFloating rubber things.nHigh-educated horned giantsnWorshiping shallow luxuriesnBoiling with a vain intensitynJust staring at thenCyclic visual feast.nnJust standing now in the middle of a pastnMarble still in the dead zonenThe cemetery walking over menAnd I wonder...nnDescending to visualization vault XYZ After an exquisite dinnernHolographic sceneries depicting the AllnSo many lives...nFrames no more, captured by digitalnInvisible bonds, but still such nice colors...nA juggling feat for the eaters,nA struggling beat for the wired.nnAre they stones or are they names?nAm I stoned or just ashamed?nJust a human with respect in his pocketsnReady to share some with the face of the worthynLet the Grim be aware,nI won't be reaped...nWithout guarantees...nI like my eggs boiled and that's it.nnCybernetic fairies in loss of powernCrushed by the work-till-death projectnSick as wingless birdsnSkewered on a numeric stake.