Fire is handy.

Future.

Wait

And see.

Mind the gap of contradiction.

Once upon a time there was a kid who failed to contract an illness.

So everything felt different.

No one will ever talk about it but the illness was slavery.

Robot food.

Out from the heads of the robots, their thoughts give taste to everything.

All the sames are the same same.

Even before being born we start to die. We just think it the other way around.

If all is all then nothing is also all.

 In the unabridged versions one must swim.

Mother robot, walking through the forest.

Can't feel me.

The water of my thoughts.

The river of my feelings.

Growing liquids.

Bier.

Water.

Insect edifices.

We only see light.

The noise dreams make when they break.

The sweating plant.

Working hard on producing fresh air.

Feeling stones.

There are fires you don't want to extinguish.

Barking up the wrong tree?

Stoned.

Sunset in my hand.