someone says that fiction is fiction
you also deny and compromise
we are all scototaxis , escape again
dreams is gone to air when it's found


“no . 1”　 nor 　“only one” all
in our paranoia , it does nothing
“I love you”　 nor 　“you are mine”　 all
you call paraphilia , it gives me nothing


――would you like a lonesome , good for my dear
――there's any happiness with some madness
everything was forgotten without it
today is “jueves” you cried



I picked up a cigarette and lighted it
party is not over yet , in my head
we are all scototaxis , close our eyes
sign is erased , and we'll forget it soon

“world's peace”　 nor 　“we're friends”　 all
in sad paranoia , it even never hurts
“hold me ”　 nor 　“listen to me”　 all
they call paraphobia , it give you nothing

――would you like a happiness , good for my dear
――you should not say again about everything
fourth bottle of wine is broken today
I see it's “jueves” you cried


「愛しい貴方に　退屈を」
「気が狂いそうな　幸福を」
咥え煙草と走陰性
今日は愛しの木曜日





――would you like a lonesome , good for my dear
――there is all happiness without madness　
I give you a cigarette and a escape site
cause today is your birthday




are not you lonesome dear, more or less
there is no happiness with all madness
everything is forgotten , light a cigarette
today is so lovely “jueves”


someone laughs “fiction is fiction”
you've fallen to the air when we know it