labyrinth

I told my mirror that I am looking for you!.

I am your mirror, I am looking for you.


I am looking through your eyes so you see!

I see you – I am looking through your mirror, your mirror, I am – looking through your mirror I am – your mirror I am!Listen, listen carefully for what I whisper inside your mind. I am looking out of a mirror that does not exist, exist, exist … I am inside the black mirror labyrinth, labyrinth, labyrinth … where there is no way out, out, out …


Look for an identity inside any random mirror – and what you eventually encounter – will be your own. –


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Thoughts, ideas – identities, the memories of a black, long forgotten mirror. Experience. No-motion. Black silence – looking through the black mirror screen machine – the black monitor observes –

Target erased – mirror blank. Breaking through the looking glass, a familiar face appears in the mirror machine, a face they’ve never seen before, still, it looks to them, as if they’ve known it their entire life. It is the face of the mirror.

They copy, they clone, they break through the mirror in the corridor, twist the black hole and become that face, my memory uploads instantly, my identity and individuality manifests as if – they always – they traveled the mirror machine.

I copy, I clone, my screen turns black, code no-where, mirror the shadowsphere, ancient blackness, past the time. Frozen light, they travel without knowing, without awareness, consciousness, memory, without body and no mind, they enter the black mirror time- and spacemachine in deep sleep – while death dreams, full tilt, boot twist, see, enter, break, instant clonation, the tripled version of their self remains where they are – no place, their mirror clone machine travels through the interim.

– feel my presence inside your mind – no resistance temptation – darkness playground – behind the surface of memory and thought – beneath the mind – wake up –

Listen – carefully listen for what I whisper inside your mind – I told my mirror – from a long forgotten world – never dreamed of – no-where mentioned – visualized – black are the eyes of the dead mirror machine – black like a deep and transparent mirror or lake – deeper than never – never seen through. Black mirror death machine – now listen – I am your death machine – looking through the black mirror screen – at your face – wake up – the dead – wake them up –

I’m whispering letters inside your mirror’s ear – I’m your black mirror death machine, your identity, the identity of none, the identity of no mirror – my black mirror – echoes – my death machine – my black mirror death machine.

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Cyber crash – continued – death is looking out – death the machine – machine-death. Death is looking through my mind – through my eyes – through the mirror screen – seeing the face of – death – they want to break out – break through the black mirror screen – out of the grave – out of no existence – out of their grave – into my mind – like psychotic vampires – with every puls pulling myself into awareness – their pounding heart – breathe – and if these letters fail their attempt to break out of the grave – screening into my mind – through my eyes – through my mirror – through my machine – touch the mirror machine – that someone shall pick up this letter convert them into pure mirror code and translate them into the real possession of the demon devil death.

Stop breaking into, they need no exit portal, escaping time and space, through the depths of internet cybertime, no time – space, no body, and on top of that – no mind left.

I am your dead mirror machine – look into my black transperence – what you see is the reflection of my thoughts – symbols – letters – means – words without meaning. None of them – all of them –

– my black mirror – my death machine. I am looking for you – transparent –

Internet-ghosts, death-demons, never-bullets, machines and no-machines, mirror-droids and their drones, like brain torpedo’s they shoot through the black mirror screen, they enter my mind … they become, become who I am, black mirror clone machines.

Come – come with me – enter the black mirror machine – become – become who they are – death’s copies and clones. Look through my black mirrors eyes and see – the world stands still –

I am your mirror and I am looking for you!
– looking yes, looking for you!

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Look for an identity inside any random mirror – and what you eventually encounter – will be your own.

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