Morning means virginty, and in stating any trial is positioned, however night is at different dimensioned, because that means mourning to one day's death.

Every cinisism in written with anarchism must have been made at night, with any radical idea, because to any activist, next morning's decisive fight result must have been set previously prepared idea at late night.

Superior criticism must be conceived at deepened night by any critic, thinker, author or so.

Night songs could be characterized necessarily requiem of one day in completing one cycle.
Parody ideas could emerge from burying mode attached brain, soul's harshly moaning and that straightforaward yelling must be made so naturally only at night!

Yes, our soulful yelling voice must came from Afro jungle and adjoing desert which makes infinite extant with even and waved running forever! Only Afro soul must make night and day at perfectly matched accord, you feel!
Literature and music in actuated biorhythm must head for desert and jungle, swamp and darknight stars, you know!

Scream! Scream your sunken gloomy mind and depressed dregs!
Ejaculate in night with your secret ideas only to crows, vultures, snakes, and half shadowed moon and moles, grasshoppers together waiting for your shouting!

Your tomorrow's stable mind relies on this tonight's tranced dancing in crazy yawning and insominiac mind emptily killing your easy sleep wish together in middle of night, your deep night another personality must come along with your mind and body, you know!

Morning makes anyone one personality, but simultaneously night makes anyone another personality, that thing is so natural and savagely sincere you together!

Liquidate what you did never solve all nasty things just now!
Reset all what you had lingering attachment, for so reset tomorrow in smooth and easy welcoming!

Shut all regret feeling you made at today's daytime!

Hey, all so lazy evening Satan! You were together guiding us to insomniac night but you either have strayed having nowhere to head for, you hold that notion in mind!

Please kiss me with your drooling mouth and sack my depressed desire rejuvenating my half forgotten anarchy ideas and trying mind!

See you tommorow midnight, after setting this long night's feast!

But until that moment, why don't we make dancing circle and step own feet together like making own them like other's them!

Devote any offering to the glittering moon, because we'd welcome so killing field of machinery harsh convenience managing excessively pleasured and addicted interlocked hell in pseudo-paradise!

Before absorbing into these gears, once resetting all our spirit perfectly, together, and completely saturate our whole body and soul into very short-lived acme!

Shut your guarding instinct! 
Fill your hands and get your naked mind and body back to now yourself!
Dance, sing together, your night is at just yet first stage, you know!

See you tommorow in the middle of night being at corpse together, daytime's corpse must make tomorrow morning's baby tasty infantile body either to yourself!

Never sleeping good night for a while together!
Good night worn this daytime's tension!

Shut your inactive violent hope at least this time as farewell to evening with us!
Open your mouth unmasking yourself!

Day cycle must turn, as long as we are alive.

Sep. 27th.       2021