Cover this brain...

Cover this brain...

Cover this brain

Bring the foot to the sky

Kneeling will comfort no one

Screaming has been prohibited long time ago

The inspector is being severely inspected

There is no return from here on

(Has there ever been?)

Encouraging the madness is of ambiguous intentionality

Nevertheless you have been chosen

You who’s watching me

With your potential faces

Questionable soulfulness and the such

Rediscovering constantly who we are

Slowing down the massacre

Does it make any sense?

Breathing softly in the middle of a crashing implosion

No wonder this will change us all…

Dimitri Tsiapkinis,

York, November 2015