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whenever i want you flowers spread from coffeecups

fragment 2 i've just had it with your dark lost and -- testicles dropping slipstreams of so-called -- poetry ----

fragment you always told me to -- you, your little prose your tiny words your tiny sweet sweet -- hiney

something certain: nights will rape us like walking kitchens

a clock is a clock until it's shaken once in a while hours sail by

ballade malheureux he was a little mute man with too much hands too much wives sane wives insane wives waiting for their husband to come home at least je regrette je regrette regrettez-vous he was a little blind man singing too silent as well ever too fed up with women or paintings or fruit from biblical trees or satan climbing la chute la chute ta chute

did you ever feed the children? feed them bad things little bones to choke on petit et malhereux

little voyage on your blackbirdwings I never was a sailor nor was I the main pilot I did never learn to love the winds

je veux je veux a nurse two nurses and Jerusalem never leave me je reste silencieux