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ploua.
cu un dezmat tineresc si cu picaturi erotice peste capete confiate de wannabe’s.
picturi lupestre despre trupuri sculptate in vise neimplinite pe cearceaful alb ca laptele primordial.
visceral ca imaginile unui uragan vinetiu ce isi arunca ura asupra a sute de paduchiosi fara alinare.
perfiditate umana pe campurile Troiei.
ca o femeie trista despartindu-se cu placere de lacrimile sarate ale unui planset de sirena.
ploua.
ca proasta.
…and I can’t write.
the whoreish inspiration got caught without a ticket on the big red eagle on wich she swom towords me.
she was raped by thirteen angry devilish angels and thrown, when the night came, upon the hairless heads of 97654 chinese bastards.
I waited for days and minutes in the little underground guitar where i knew the red missfit eagle will land but the long awaited came not.
and i weaped and weaped for wishing the eternal flame
and every time i left buying a bottle of rum and thinking of the nights of passion…
miroase.
a vise spulberate de un scaun cu rotile al urii scapat de sub controlul sentimentelor flamande.
urat.indezirabil si sec ca un caine plouat de berile hameite ale unor nopti de ”te vreau”
fictiv.a minute din trecutul atat de prezent incat sufletul sare, ca o prostituata in gara,sa il imbratiseze
a sosete masculine imputite de zoaiele picioarelor cu care a calcat orgolii
frigid.ca doua cupe suteinistice uitate pe soba batraneasca dupa nopti pline de amor mayas
cafeniu.miresme de cafea in noapte si substantele sarutului nespalat pe dinti
a prezervative cu efect de intarziere, refolosite tarfist de sobolani ai amintirilor despre saruturi in autobuzul fara bilet
a tigare aprinse in buzunarul unei inimi inca nestinse
a tu.a noi.a voi.a ei.
i give up…
…my soul in front of the demonic angel smiling whoreishly from the universe near me
he sinks his teeth in the big hot milk glass drinking beautifully while he fucks 29 redheaded wingless coword whores…
my life to Pinkelton for making me a referee in a battle between you and him
It is clearly now…I cannot love somebody who would fell for a person like me