The name of the game...?

Fractured images in this cubism of my psyche. Distorted visions full with delay, sort of psychotropic distractions synthesized as an enzyme in the body; changing my blood with a substitute, strange flow of information connecting it all.

A niche of wild noises, irresistible cacophony on the display of a loud mind, a mind lost long ago. In this civil unrest there’s never sleep for the wicked.

And yet again, a touch on a young skin with the smell of soft and tender. An intro to a bond that will inevitably be broken, because that’s an option, it’s meant to be like that.

Look around, fall has come… weird attractions come to rise, seductive charms changing the game. And in this game there are many rules to break…