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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.