pora na jakas mala paranoje.
bogini nieba, personifikacyjo tronu faraona, zeslij ze mi mocy swej zatechlej & nieuzytkowanej uncji ze dwie, badz wszystkie.
hator hator, 'dzis twe zyczenie' - powiadasz - 'spelnic wypada albowiem nizej zes jest anizeli muchy tulów, wcisniety gdzies pomiedzy deski podloza pod ma stopa.'
podroz w swiat & zaswiaty, calosciowo tutaj, rownie dobrze wszedzie indziej, lecz najbardziej, to juz w centrum ego, satori-satori.
najbijmy ze ochoczo, bracia & siostry nieobecni niezmiennie.
nabijmy co tam mamy & niech szklo zaplonie wraz z tym co ma wewnątrz, niech pędzi czem prędzej przez gardziel po pluco & w drugim tez siedzi, az w koncu wyleci.
brak mysli zlowieszczej, to cos, czego braknie
brak mysli tej przeto to cos, co pozyskam
brak mysli zlowieszczej wypelni nas silnie
& puscic nie zechce, bo się zadomowi.
tak mocno, zaciekle & przy ciaglej intensyfikacji zacietrzewienia.
tam ma byc, dobrze wie.
poniedziałek, 30 sierpnia 2010
sobota, 14 sierpnia 2010
konnen sie fur die liebe leben [?]
nochmal bitte [!]
aber ich kann das nicht.
ich mochte zu viel, ich trinke zu viel.
& ich habe keine liebe fur deinen schaisse.
ich interessiere sich fur nichts & mein schatzelein ist ein katze.
meine haut, mein ungesund herz, mein kampf & meine schuld.
mea, kurba, culpa.
SCHUD_HEV_NOT_LET_DIE_KAT_IN.
"dear, but you're alergic to cats, now ain't you".
should have not reached out that finger,
should have touched them. not.
should have let them play on their own
they wouldn't mind
they wouldn't care
not in a slightest bit
those cute little paws
they sure had their stable
felt stable, looked stable
& your'e one shaky piece of shit.
one shaky piece of shit [!]
NOW: why the rush, why the rash, why the itchy spot & why even try to scratch it.
with an arm so short it's just so impossible to do.
& yes, there is the other arm.
but it's a twin arm, just as short & just as fucked up.
somebody give me a hand.
would literally use one & surely should abuse one.
will spare them the latter thou, for it's my will to not EVER hurt a helpless arm. especially a helpful one, but such don't occur, so no biggie, no midnight specials.
rough strokes & thunders,
air strikes, dead petals.
then lack of everything.
aber ich kann das nicht.
ich mochte zu viel, ich trinke zu viel.
& ich habe keine liebe fur deinen schaisse.
ich interessiere sich fur nichts & mein schatzelein ist ein katze.
meine haut, mein ungesund herz, mein kampf & meine schuld.
mea, kurba, culpa.
SCHUD_HEV_NOT_LET_DIE_KAT_IN.
"dear, but you're alergic to cats, now ain't you".
should have not reached out that finger,
should have touched them. not.
should have let them play on their own
they wouldn't mind
they wouldn't care
not in a slightest bit
those cute little paws
they sure had their stable
felt stable, looked stable
& your'e one shaky piece of shit.
one shaky piece of shit [!]
NOW: why the rush, why the rash, why the itchy spot & why even try to scratch it.
with an arm so short it's just so impossible to do.
& yes, there is the other arm.
but it's a twin arm, just as short & just as fucked up.
somebody give me a hand.
would literally use one & surely should abuse one.
will spare them the latter thou, for it's my will to not EVER hurt a helpless arm. especially a helpful one, but such don't occur, so no biggie, no midnight specials.
rough strokes & thunders,
air strikes, dead petals.
then lack of everything.
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