Time Offered a Helping Hand
Today I hold the sorrow
For dead, wasted days
Maybe it’s not a good deed
Who does it help?
The right-hand rule
Hides an exception
It doesn’t apply to the armless
Since yesterday evening
People have been watching people
Without gossip
Nonsensical allegories
Have caught up with missing psychopaths
On a deserted island
It’s admirable
After a long time
We’re flying to Venus again
With an innocent soul
Every game has its own rules
They don’t apply only to the confused
With a hole in the middle of their head
Just like a foreign comet
Why?
A garbled news report
Swallowed an innocent angel
When it rang in his ears
Nights are so long
How can you be so dangerous?
I’m just telling the pure truth
A homunculus examined a dead fish
Before entering the circus
My uncle’s uncle caught
Madam, your pride
Pill after
I hide it in the terrarium
For emergencies
In case of urgent desire