Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
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49 halaman cetak
- Tahun publikasi
- 2009
Kesan
- Aldair Apodacamembagikan kesan8 tahun yang lalu
👍Layak dibacaC.B. is not for everyone. His rhythm is off a bit, this themes drown in a mirage of dark shard of excess, violence and sex. There is not just in these poems but visceral,decadent truth.
Kutipan
- Polina Pshidalmembuat kutipan7 tahun yang lalu
people who believe in politics
are like people who believe in god:
they are sucking wind through bent
straws.
there is no god
there are no politics
there is no peace
there is no love
there is no control
there is no plan
stay away from god
remain disturbed
slide. - Aldair Apodacamembuat kutipan8 tahun yang laluagony can sustain life
but peace is always horrifying
peace is the worst thing
walking
talking
smiling,
seeming to be. - Aldair Apodacamembuat kutipan8 tahun yang lalublue moon, oh bleweeww mooooon how I adore you!
I care for you, darling, I love you,
the only reason I fucked L. is because you fucked
Z. and then I fucked R. and you fucked N.
and because you fucked N. I had to fuck
Y. But I think of you constantly, I feel you
here in my belly like a baby, love I’d call it,
no matter what happens I’d call it love, and so
you fucked C. and then before I could move
you fucked W., so then I had to fuck D. But
I want you to know that I love you, I think of you
constantly, I don’t think I’ve ever loved anybody
like I love you.
bow wow bow wow wow
bow wow bow wow wow.
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