myriad balls of paper in my face sballonzolano,
addition to the glass through the last day for a few
ore.meno of two.
I pull the skin, I
the slab between the skin and muscles and nerves.
not it hurts, it hurts but
shooting umbrella drinks.
boring for the last time.
know I must do many things, organized the second
an agenda that has no hours, no references
linear.
harassing hair anarchists on Monday, seraphic
feet, huge platforms of gravitational stability.
and suspend the breath, releasing streams of thought and
light and screams and all.
and I feel free.
but to eat the word for those,
are only the fourth letter.
I would like to see
donkeys flying without saying it by force, and I
permission to turn my horse and pig fighting
sonecchiare with my armadillo to trust that DJ set, with my heels and clearly
's funnel
one with eyelet for hanging
or blow and let the bubbles from their soap
seem harmless, from below
wonderful.
bottom
but out of cards in his pocket
smells good,
between the hairs and pores,
arrivals.
" relationships with animals are prohibited,
the slaughter of animals is allowed.
But no one has reflected on the fact that
may be a sexual crime? "
Karl Kraus
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