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the creativity began, the productivity ended.

gazelles, before I realised it I was surrounded by them. screaming in their crazy foreign lingo at me, preacher feathers and selling sticks with chestnuts. but not to the surprise of the crowd, no, they were expecting it unlike us poor bastards, they knew the rules, they just felt it absolutely necessary not to inform us about the strange local dance. meanwhile the major trip was still forming, as the back rooms were filled with the mists of the dazed and the swarms of innocently confused ran...

Always on the edges of perception, Elusive, alluring. I want you and You always seem to be just out of reach, Always just where I cannot quite see you. You hide your face from me, Yet I see your hand in action. I feel your breath on my neck and Hear the sound of your breathing. I turn around to see you there, always In the shadows. I try to follow, ever So close yet never getting near. Just a glimpse, a flicker of light, Laughter in the distance. I cannot see you, I have not touched you And I...

A pawn is moved The first Haiku is written The player weeps

There is no man without Demons, Nor Demonic entities with earthly Proportions Without trace of man.