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       Since I couldn't adore Jackson uncritically: probably my soul was missing it for
twenty-four years: because I've been totally crazy about Jay lately.    The soul simply
need looking up. It's sad that things passed between me and Michael   - I don' know why
I was so thirsty for you Gabika:
       It's true that at first my slightly older brother and I didn't meet much  - once
in a while I let a half-man meow in my personal playlist:     or I opened a can of heat
here and there:  when I wanted to perform some shamanic dances at a family celebration.
But the master of gentle melodies and the beauty distributed in pinches  (no rumination
- only magic touch) was quietly lurking for me:     I knew that somewhere he was hiding
parallel world for me: because since I learned to perceive      - I religiously worship
symbiosis.

       From the victory howling of jackals and anthropoids  and the primeval Aboriginal
delicious gurgling: through the slimy black drums of mating:       to the spitting jazz
flutes: betweeen the bittersweet oranges of rustling samba  and the whining of fighting
fanfares and hot "toutoutou" on base - I heard the ringing of your joyful screams Love:
sway your hips Honey:     never mind that you poured the control panel of our spaceship
with raspberry smoothie - white saltza on the bread - and we are flying away in sparks.


       And you: dance with me My Friend - the older man is no able to run so much - but
he can every day to romp with his loony brother Jay: don't forget the dark power of the
oldest art: swing your calcareous pelvis:      when your knee hurts: express it by your
shoulders: draw it to the air by the waggle of your caky belly:      jump to the height
and spread your toes happily