Fragile and Tragic met at a bar..

The future is brighter because better wins over brutality.

My life isn't a singularity, but for those robots, they find me growing lilacs, intense fashions set again a blue moon, and eye deep radiance from transparent like green, my left hand touches into deep cosmic stew, I dream the trees as I pass by, why you?

Relevant.

There is more than meets the eye.

The world is never just one person, it is most of us or all of us.

Cracking the mirror of fragile power.

In line with death nothing feels right, missed chances evolve like radiation touching upon flowers, a fated idiocracy of bad religion, and worse fakeness to spread into shadows hidden under floor boards, a nail pounded many times, never give in, can't give up, and moves the bed of wrong headed drunken thieving phonies.