no, he said, I will not swallow your poison

the theory concerning theories orange

regretting a defiant tongue

bouts of unskilled drinking

the third age of humanity

hidden from the many among the many

in his excruciation he couldn't find peace

subsuming at its cryptic level

the self-estrangement of day

the negation of all projected reality

deflecting the force of your memories

everything must be reversed

we don't give a damn about the brightness of stars

you become clingy when you're afraid

the empty bottle to the right of my knee

the brass doorknob was unevenly worn

they were daydreams and I accepted them as such

a passion for black licorice

order is the mask worn by chaos

refrain from misunderstanding

return to understanding

expecting to get better

rejection and hope

free me of this paranoia

the ascent of ideas

walking on the middle path

time is involved

no, damn it

simultaneous confliction

invisible revocation

artifact of a perfect forgery

two personalities in one head living in two different worlds

the journey reaching its goal

just a thought in your head

I have stumbled

pain, stress, uncertainty

we who are secular scientific

negentropic

let's leave him to his own imagination

after the split her friend inquired, but when I gave my reasons he called me a liar

the chaotic necessity

its psyche partially irrational

is the real...

be leery of developing the minor characters

endings are elusive

wasting away

having accomplished nothing

words mispronounced, but used correctly

feeling lonely crowds

he'd been someone she loved, now she detested him