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
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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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