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Grab my face: Love
I'm so happy
when you hold me
I have blank in my head when you touch me
compared to your stars
my darkness my darkness for
your stars my fog
for my useless third eye
for what is it when you want to hug me
and everyone here will see forever
forever in pink light
we'll stay together





Things which need to guard by a snake:
rubies
cancan
swallowed candies
all three crosses for valor
they're losing outlines
when we are melting around
when heavy portrait ore
angular alloy
today's midnight drinks
When we'll conquer the weathering, bro    





Who always watches you:
the death -
she waits for everyone
for her: will be to dance all that light
finally out of self
around and high up
knees to breasts
and jumps once more 
until kicks with heels to ass
and this will be the death -
finally a little of dark
after those light years
a little of sleep





I refresh wounds with lipstick
red humidity for silence
or holes for popsicle
or a good place for darkness after teeth
or contrariwise a cheese
for old photos from our expedition
you and me
talking about mouth like this 
is like again to stroke your hands only





Do you still have the red graphics bro?
Will you give it to me?
is beautiful
there it goes back
into the Paleolithic - like a piece of deerskin
into which he pack his knives
those rings he had already made purposely
he had the desire to engrave
here and there with a bloody blade
to splatter color there - and look





After this war
Ares hung down the pledge
at half mast
to make them still warm
Molotov shadows
and cuts from knives and axes
and the blood from those ages
with short shots to the target: fire!
all that destructive beauty of death from a distance
the idealism
the fragrant napalm





After all of that
one fossilized hug was found
in spite of everything
of course
as a fossil: it was much more real
so indivisibly beautiful 
and more than: ours
because: we entered to us with our clothes
with meat - and bones too
the tracks are of course 
in your heels at any time





I used to live high - but
I'm not coming back there
my house is now full of red and white beings
the white get red
they're pouring to themself
I fled over the roof
I will put horse's head in my bed personally
while I fall down - I'll make a lot of somersaults
to avoid technique
is so consuming
the machine
which lurked in the silts already
It still works 
constantly
creates a record of itself




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