Wandering Souls
In Endless nights creatures purge their souls one after the other from their hellish infamy with nightmares, with drugs and belts of marijuana, with dreams, cocks and cunts, and endless wells of alcohol. From the window of their dark and damned soul, quiet and funky jazz, burning their eternal memories with gas. Damned creatures and lost souls meet on the everlasting light bridge dancing and singing, jumping from window to window, integrating, melting their overbearing souls and shells—understanding and feeling from Cairo to Giza to the wandering souls of Ibiza. Veterans and lustful fucks alike in the colorful threads of the noisy and crowded. Vagabonds and nomads blabbering and chatting across the multitude of the loud and beeping madness. Highty high and lowly low both bellow below the stars upon the sky and upon the midnight alley their souls and eyes both glint and sleek. To seek redemption and damnation across the multiplex of nations. Cherubim, guarding his wealth, laid his numerous eyes on the subjects of melancholy. Cherubim loveless and pure machine bashed the skulls of men and devoured all their freedom and imagination. Cherubim judger of all.
