Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

when painters are breathing in the black and white, they do this intentionally, for when you're gazing at me to get what you adore and to hear some paths of my modules hitting you with something subtle identified in my colorful laughter Helloween

there… where you are too afraid to get in… there is hidden the treasure you sought… will not coming home to you but will wait somewhere in the blue wing of the moon it'll stalk you if you give your soul to those who promised you the magic of paradise in lieu of one who'll follow you even in hell so be vigilant, — this, it isn't my confession but your frisson plotted exactly as hell was made in heaven