Sonntag, 6. Januar 2013

scribble #17

Hey can I smile! Do you like that?
I have anorexic health care nursing my imaginary cold
I've got the bells of a whorehouse, they sing the morning prayer
have you let the kids out at the slide, all alone in düster Wiener Wald
I've got amnesia sucking my sweet breastmilk
Oh, if you'd seen how I saw the cities rise as the flower of a golden, wait the inches grow, rotten, oh golden, oh rotten bearer of light, despite all constant nocturnal electric swamp guides

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