Disturb the life in absurdity.




　　Alcohol opens to the body which swelled up if I wash it away with dry gin and tonic water.
　　The low frequency and the acidity that were about to squeeze a lime of stain getting drunk do not change forever.
　Drunkenness confuses a thought and makes clarity vague.
　Reality is cold-bloodedness, and a fantasy is clear.
　Even if metabolism dismantles alcohol, I am red.
　Existing; is what disgusting.
　If the world is drunkenness and waking, I will tip a poured glass.
　In reality to be able to say that the dream that I came out of is beautiful.
　Ice makes a sound to become it if I close eyelids slowly unless I distribute it.






　　It is the age that wants to dream! !
　As for the person anytime.