Crying out my greyness here
to the enemies of the disorder.

Becoming a regulator of the twisted
that without mercy mix cause/effect.


Chooses a grey day with watery winds!


Chooses a mud puddle to stomp in!


Chooses the ugliness of beauty against words!



I am glum, hard snooty, like the cheapest luxury.


Growth? The pleasure of taking resources from others.




Light of air dances.