from Berlin with Love
more drivel mailed to you i am trying to order the mess in my head getting new and different sounds places meanings the feelings are much the same in a different way i am older and younger i am perhaps a survivor but not yet an adaptor still i have no means to release myself from the finitude that induces me here is my struggle engaging the tools of self in a realm without recompense or just desserts but EGO SUM ROMANI my call goes unanswered there is nothing left but symbols of my empire here the further i continue the more i am convinced that it is a chimera that leads the path