A bad joke without lines
Punch the air, hands collapse in desperate coma
My eyes pinpoint out the illusion, a bad dream these ties
A stale and ugly kiss
Handsome ridges melt away the layers of waste, think prodding savior eating away at raw nerve flesh
...
Self-medicating ghost of times past forgotten
There is no dark pride in loneliness
Escape those thick heads, denounce those addictions and memory fade
What?s your pleasure, pistol or syringe?
...Watch those memories
Or drop dead
Friday, March 16, 2007
hello daylight
foi de tablă scuturate în plin soare
jaluzele albe degete de pe care curge apă întruna
şi un peisaj dens, puternic colorat
(mov verde portocaliu)
* plânge la filme, nu simt nimic * exuberanţă, împământare * sincopă sincopă
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