Dream of spaces our brain can no longer imagine - Talk about happiness in the past tense, with colors that we no longer can see - Count the one not left anymore to live. Born as king?! Yeah, the palace where our throne is set is a bog ! So that we can only shit our rage in a dream and live anarchy through poems, lost in the shithole that sheltered once our good resolutions. One gives birth so that one can eat. One keeps on going so that one ends up under plastic and behind shop windows. Nothing left to understand, nothing left to learn in here.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 08:36:39 +0000
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