There Sonoman goes, across the galaxy of the man: the sensors in his mind protect him against the dangers. But don’t immunize him from the sadness. “Why would I come here? Why, if I can’t stand this loneliness anymore?..”
There Sonoman crosses on through the Milky Way of the mankind; fighting against the dark forces of this Universe and others: his cap keeps him safe against electric risk & the evil. But can’t save him from the lack of love.
“What is worth for what is worth for what is worth for? What I am fighting against and who I am?..Does a superhero, make any sense? Do superheroes ask to themselves this kind of questions anyway?..
There Sonoman goes: using his musical-mental power to fight the vicious obscurity, the faceless forces of the dark side of this Universe, and others…see him fly by at the speed of light, like a white orgasm; like an eruption of “Limzul” or “Rinso”: astral soap. See him: you won’t see him: when you heard him, supersonic, already he’s 7.000.000 light years away from the point of focus…and as all the correct citizens of the federation of the Universe know; his unlimited mental tele-phase is shield and neuronal love over this Universe.
And others.
But this can’t give him the love of the princess Starosta. Because the unlimited tele-phases don’t understand of sweet maidens’ hearts and their secret gardens…and even yet, there Sonoman goes; across the spatial nothing that hasn’t space or limit.
The astral conch, the womb of all the obscurities: astral order or nonsense.
Meanwhile, on the corner of your street, late in the windy night, the litter flies like oligophrenic witness of distant Universes.
You’re not alone: Sonoman knows you, and his Universal love won’t leave you completely alone.
Not completely.
.
There Sonoman crosses on through the Milky Way of the mankind; fighting against the dark forces of this Universe and others: his cap keeps him safe against electric risk & the evil. But can’t save him from the lack of love.
“What is worth for what is worth for what is worth for? What I am fighting against and who I am?..Does a superhero, make any sense? Do superheroes ask to themselves this kind of questions anyway?..
There Sonoman goes: using his musical-mental power to fight the vicious obscurity, the faceless forces of the dark side of this Universe, and others…see him fly by at the speed of light, like a white orgasm; like an eruption of “Limzul” or “Rinso”: astral soap. See him: you won’t see him: when you heard him, supersonic, already he’s 7.000.000 light years away from the point of focus…and as all the correct citizens of the federation of the Universe know; his unlimited mental tele-phase is shield and neuronal love over this Universe.
And others.
But this can’t give him the love of the princess Starosta. Because the unlimited tele-phases don’t understand of sweet maidens’ hearts and their secret gardens…and even yet, there Sonoman goes; across the spatial nothing that hasn’t space or limit.
The astral conch, the womb of all the obscurities: astral order or nonsense.
Meanwhile, on the corner of your street, late in the windy night, the litter flies like oligophrenic witness of distant Universes.
You’re not alone: Sonoman knows you, and his Universal love won’t leave you completely alone.
Not completely.
.
