All these accidents
that happen,
follow the dot,
coincidence
makes sense
only with you,
you don't have to speak,
I feel
emotional landscapes,
they puzzle me,
then the riddle gets solved
and you push me up to this
state of emergency,
how beautiful to be,
state of emergency
is where I want to be.
jueves, 19 de junio de 2008
No Parachute
A flower germinates from a drooling anus. An army of yellow elephants stare as
Something meaningless unveils.
He has a sweet tooth and an inclination to rave into a bowl of cornflakes and misconceptions.
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