space junky age...

salam... oualam... halam... bam... bam... well... am... sounds like a song... coming from the speakerbox... top of a mox... rox... Nobo... tox... down here in... jam... am... myca... or plastic bags in arabic... colorfull trash... visible... almost beautiful... unrecyclable... chouia lovable... it is actually hard to learn anything... or better say... remember much... in such... a place... flush... orange crush... sugar rush... dont blush... just brush... such and such... no need to say much... rather live in lush... lighting kush... storming that brain... not in vain... same refrain... riskless gain... invest n stain... golden train... sometimes it is just too easy... and that migh be our problem... investing in some uncertain future... knowing our certain past... building a confusing present... and here we are... repeating that same ol story... sixty nine stories high... sky craping to the limit... stamping passports in visible unhuman borders... cutting down life to its very own roots... ooops... feeling guitly five minutes before our heart stops... last call... singing redemption songs with faith in our darwinistic specie... where are we anyways... somewhere in a milky way... sacrificing cow... mounting garbage to the highest mountain... leaving it there frozen somewhere... comin in from the cold... thinking like heroes... landing from space... super zeros is more like it... let s face it... look deep in that drunken mirror... we just a waste of energy... time is our only knowledge... and yet... we keep running out... trying to escape our own truth... visualizing an image... mirage... time to turn another page...