Hello, Hologram.
Will you take me to George's house of mirrors?
I'd like to see it from the inside...
One of us seems stranger than the other
Oblivion remains composed of infinity
I reminisced with Narcissus
He sank.
And from the Pacific, cryptic sounds from the mouth of the sinking face:
No man is lost, though we're caught in a manic phase
Wonder. Don't regret reflections if they display truth. Accept no "thing" and forget your saddest age. End it all with a comma on a Saturday.
Hello, Hologram.
Will you take me to George's house of mirrors?
I'd like to see it from the inside...
One of us seems stranger than the other
Oblivion remains composed of infinity
...I'll voyage through a deja vu,
Zero of me and two of you.
Doubled lives
Turn the light switch on and off.
If there is trouble search the rubble of our tripled thought.
Those psychonautic non-events are optical illusions at best...
...even our emotions even out somehow...
(and if you look you will see nothing new in IT)
Hello, Hologram.
Will you take me to George's house of mirrors?
I'd like to see it from the inside...
One of us seems stranger than the other
Oblivion remains composed of infinity