Elections Coast to Coca
Methadone holy, as I knew what to say
last
sniff of cocaine off wheels in the mud. My
woman staggers on deck and then falls
with garters and panties
in cold river. More
vast horizon of sea trembled
sleeping forced
forgotten on the beach
sabbatical from hiding
of Venus.
Tell me, have mercy,
speeds without fighting with anyone, will end the road.
The west and east ends in Italy soon.
Steel and compassion that rises
in the car, like a hunter who
afraid to leave the city or the grandmother who calls you
for the puncture.
But where are you in this August 2006
frocissimo
If I want to stop someone and ask him
how can you be happy. And as we were the first
to slaughter for 50 € coca.
now overtaking, the stomach is to scrape together a small
compromise with the world beyond
while fluttering a clear 'to
fag in the window from a terrace.
fucking wig.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
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The militiaman known
Savoy
not flog my children with the fervor of a stepfather
insecure that he had used the nurse
a table that already smokes.
Holocaust and there was already
that just do not smell of Pius IX.
The smell of the wind that separates the careers of an Executioner
from your
Cadorna drunk. More soldiers and Southern
with the mob and the priest pushes
crying. The nitrite is run
drawing his heels in mud
and groans of hunger hot
to memory.
was Piave, but heavy
ended in the tricolor was to separate us from the enemy
quiet of a speech
old, but the danger was you? And listen to what
Unknown
crying win and win.
Turn around to see this scale
white with muskets
full of ghosts and blood-stained bandages,
that has served this huge cemetery.
But now I see these troops
poker
sessions in bars to perform as the insane at the time of Socrates
on my grave
put us a name.
Savoy
not flog my children with the fervor of a stepfather
insecure that he had used the nurse
a table that already smokes.
Holocaust and there was already
that just do not smell of Pius IX.
The smell of the wind that separates the careers of an Executioner
from your
Cadorna drunk. More soldiers and Southern
with the mob and the priest pushes
crying. The nitrite is run
drawing his heels in mud
and groans of hunger hot
to memory.
was Piave, but heavy
ended in the tricolor was to separate us from the enemy
quiet of a speech
old, but the danger was you? And listen to what
Unknown
crying win and win.
Turn around to see this scale
white with muskets
full of ghosts and blood-stained bandages,
that has served this huge cemetery.
But now I see these troops
poker
sessions in bars to perform as the insane at the time of Socrates
on my grave
put us a name.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
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Caesar Caesar
Knight robes in disarray on
thirsty
here listening to your cry. Tales of exhausting
magnificent
sluts flock to the channel that
s'ornĂ² of farts
in Milan that a snake drawn from the living stones.
Previti and glad
expenditure is in need
with clean hands
a Crassus appears. New
is forever
your face that laughs
heading
sweet voiced prose. But who are these
mortacci preventing
to say a few words, I swear.
He is back to square one by one,
all back, but multiplied. A bit of thugs and
leccaculo
without his knowledge attentional
the future. But
Gianfranco is a man of honor, and your face
chops condolences
common in the award of an easy accusation.
The last sip of elastic
debate and come in the night to remove make
share in a mirror. Now that all seems finished
have my vote, poor saint,
now I want you to complete the work of Benito
without
rubble in the streets but with a tragic
loop of wild laurel:
we are worse.
Caesar Caesar
Knight robes in disarray on
thirsty
here listening to your cry. Tales of exhausting
magnificent
sluts flock to the channel that
s'ornĂ² of farts
in Milan that a snake drawn from the living stones.
Previti and glad
expenditure is in need
with clean hands
a Crassus appears. New
is forever
your face that laughs
heading
sweet voiced prose. But who are these
mortacci preventing
to say a few words, I swear.
He is back to square one by one,
all back, but multiplied. A bit of thugs and
leccaculo
without his knowledge attentional
the future. But
Gianfranco is a man of honor, and your face
chops condolences
common in the award of an easy accusation.
The last sip of elastic
debate and come in the night to remove make
share in a mirror. Now that all seems finished
have my vote, poor saint,
now I want you to complete the work of Benito
without
rubble in the streets but with a tragic
loop of wild laurel:
we are worse.
Monday, July 12, 2010
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Virgin Blue
embraced the corner of a page
summer
hotly
the male figures down. We are soldiers
nemmanco created
that Italy
girded us with sobs cohort
A march
a bit drunk or otherwise call a hymn that Scipio.
She pretends not to see, on the hill of cactus
and panties hung out to dry,
while we wait in the sun.
Folgore more or less everyone slams
nell'elmo
above the abyss of the stomach combative.
The ship goes into a chill on the imperative of August
hidden by a smoke
Carthage from which comes a desert fox.
Your dear old grandfather
greets you with a brief cemetery
sand.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
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contour Balera
's night and my thoughts wander
in the dense textures of your sleep talking. And I love the sleep
your
as something that comes up to me and hands in
hissing sigh shooting at my watch that your forms
white expanse on the Moon seems happy.
The Funeral was lost in a parking
cacavano where the dwarves of the circus.
My brother looked at me as a machine that does most
while my mother and his girlfriend were
the wedding list.
Augustine whistles back dall'analfabetoio,
graduated but says he goes there because
does not know anything.
The juke box went back to say that I have not
age
love you while you bevevi
soda across the room. Those without hope
stood,
males and females are proud to be ugly
the last before the arrival of the beauty within.
Now I get up and I go by you,
anyway, whatever happens to
folded back on the table glass
shall see his face in love.
's night and my thoughts wander
in the dense textures of your sleep talking. And I love the sleep
your
as something that comes up to me and hands in
hissing sigh shooting at my watch that your forms
white expanse on the Moon seems happy.
The Funeral was lost in a parking
cacavano where the dwarves of the circus.
My brother looked at me as a machine that does most
while my mother and his girlfriend were
the wedding list.
Augustine whistles back dall'analfabetoio,
graduated but says he goes there because
does not know anything.
The juke box went back to say that I have not
age
love you while you bevevi
soda across the room. Those without hope
stood,
males and females are proud to be ugly
the last before the arrival of the beauty within.
Now I get up and I go by you,
anyway, whatever happens to
folded back on the table glass
shall see his face in love.
Friday, July 9, 2010
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Rantolo and Fuck
The story was this. Everywhere
trauma and nervous hiccups
Chief on horseback.
So what does it take to eat
soldier without a mustache will be chopped
cheese without salt? Upload
Cochise and spits out the bowels of the mud.
Nelson fans the jack on the zipper of Britain, is
violent on Saturday and Sunday to hell, pay
mother hails from the photos of the Unknown Soldier. How
burns a bullet in the forehead in the middle of the eighteenth century
D without the rest of flags and rifles with blanks? The burns have
balls full and turgid
stuffed on the desk of an anthropologist
accustomed to slow-motion replays of bones Caucasian?
When the King complains about the virility of his people
begins to run.
But this peace must necessarily come into my grave?
Yvonne goes to sleep in the sewers of Paris
virgin until she wakes up on the parcel without honor Louis.
Monsier the fuck, you'll see that party at Versailles,
you lemons and slaughters. Youth
blood written in a line that already do not remember, in truth
running because he does not know what to say. Become
history of victory, the rest is silent.
The story was this. Everywhere
trauma and nervous hiccups
Chief on horseback.
So what does it take to eat
soldier without a mustache will be chopped
cheese without salt? Upload
Cochise and spits out the bowels of the mud.
Nelson fans the jack on the zipper of Britain, is
violent on Saturday and Sunday to hell, pay
mother hails from the photos of the Unknown Soldier. How
burns a bullet in the forehead in the middle of the eighteenth century
D without the rest of flags and rifles with blanks? The burns have
balls full and turgid
stuffed on the desk of an anthropologist
accustomed to slow-motion replays of bones Caucasian?
When the King complains about the virility of his people
begins to run.
But this peace must necessarily come into my grave?
Yvonne goes to sleep in the sewers of Paris
virgin until she wakes up on the parcel without honor Louis.
Monsier the fuck, you'll see that party at Versailles,
you lemons and slaughters. Youth
blood written in a line that already do not remember, in truth
running because he does not know what to say. Become
history of victory, the rest is silent.
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