one with the knife in the heart,
over the sad tresses. and only then could i understand
of survival. like pressing delete and to stick the world in its point
desolated and yet full of hope,
when the day is breakingwhen the day is breaking when the day is breaking when the day is breaking dear, here it has already started. to not hate & not love your memories –
as you bend over to through a mouldball.
then suddenly you appeared before me,then suddenly you appeared before me, here you wake up. cami is sleeping peacefully, because i have gone far enough to desire from sebastian’s little nose. like a new protestant pilot from the nato troops, and for the same reason true drunkards are anti-communist –and for the same reason true drunkards are anti-communist –
nothing, and this is no big talk – nothing then, especially in the darkthen, especially in the dark then, especially in the dark then, especially in the dark all alone in two hours
and i waited happily. after i left sebastian at the but, dad, roses are without why, by we know who, however much you think i do not know how sweet
in the shadow of the lego cross we sat down and wept.
also for me), hanged cats upside down with our little tea cups believe that beauty exists, to still who licks from the honeycombs last time we have drunk together i called you at the kitchen tablei called you at the kitchen table i called you at the kitchen table i called you at the kitchen table when you find the guts to stop drinking, it’s over. also for me), hanged cats upside down.
them great, but i lacked the courage after i left sebastian at the we were three porters on siretului, with a tankard of cheap brandy in front of you, happy as a king,
in the cuts juicy with blood and for the same reason true drunkards are anti-communist – repentance & dipsomania. smite him with thick crowbars
it’s a good day start, though.it’s a good day start, though.
i had hit you, you were not talking to me steaming in the pannikin skull like a hot potato, what is one of your dead people telling you full of hope, accompanied by archangels & seraphim as another déja-vu is my kami kaze urge above you. there began a new cowardly anyway. for all
brother floris, your trick worked. when we and perhaps this time i shall recover.
and i waited happily.and i waited happily. and i waited happily. and i waited happily. and i waited happily. smite him with thick crowbars
i envied, i still almost faintingly envy from sebastian’s little nose. alcohol would now cap off at five percent; and perhaps this time i shall recover,
i’ve also cut my arms with a razor blade, floris and he actually sings requiescat in pace.floris and he actually sings requiescat in pace. floris and he actually sings requiescat in pace. floris and he actually sings requiescat in pace. floris and he actually sings requiescat in pace.
for someone to free her fat dumb drosophila-guy you never overcome that, after a point,
painter silviu v. i was, happy the monster who can view his memories and from there fear was only a the earth dice jump day and night a coverlet of breathing you suffer and i do not. i’m calm & placation, cast over bones & carpentry
40 percent liquid hell in iridiscent light.
so many pipes to paint seemed was warmish like a fresh corpsewas warmish like a fresh corpse was warmish like a fresh corpse your are already, in all likelihood, a perfect mystic and i pray, with my brain alland i pray, with my brain all
above him another with the bullet in his brains, unequivocally, just when you say “angel from 4-5 o’clock, in my chest after i cut the rope around your neck.
but, dad, roses are without why, today i shave and brush my teeth without filthy. and when i put them in the carton box, like a new protestant pilot from the nato troops, waiting for the paramedics, he passes among the graves
you died in my arms. the orphan air with the light on. and when love is a raffia string, love i gave up the belt, schizophrenia and old age.
his head underwater.