The mix up of entomology and etymology has followed me. It all started with a member of the Cantharidae family gazing through the camera lens, followed up by a dried out cicada falling down from a tree as I cried. I felt I needed to realize something: For a long…

The self-decline bastion of human rights, rises above, But gravity makes angels fall, They chased  Lilith out of  pardes Arguments for killing of one another’s kin, She here white money whispering about a could, dead and flemming goal In the end we might be hurte  and after hurte there is…