Dear Viewers

I was crushed by the black book belonging to the skipper I'm obsessed with the roar of the sun Horny elegant blue desire Sometimes it's stepped on by grass in the morning Where are the dark clouds? Where is the scallop dog? Where is the pale, bruised face? This is where you can find a horny face, - Ah, it was a blind-savage illusion Synergy with the steep hope that is at the peak of MONAS The elegant can satisfies his libido with the foam of fame While I'm just being a virtuous viewer-BIAS All the garbage that inevitably becomes a distortion-logical-empirical All serve fun masks Lizards, bay leaves, crickets as if he was embarrassed to make While the toothless tiger deceives cockroaches that have ulcers and are dirty Then how am I helpless to see it all? Everyone, - including me is sand in a swimming pool, - surrounded by crazy single women