He Lies Through His Shit

The cardioid is a curve, more precisely, a epicicloide with one cusp.

I did not understand the nightmares of fish. I close the casket of tumors and 40 of your hearts, surrounded by neighborhoods with sidewalks open the chest of condoms too expensive and your small breasts.

Short thinks evil yellow beer tent at night music beautiful blue water New York toy airplane train car smells like dirty beard, glasses empty gun filled with sweet blue smoke rises full cold air phone 20 hours later 10% dark green back.

Artificial, we will become the color of mint, of dried skimmed milk. Write love songs and have them read to the blades of grass, fighting against themselves. Gerber's light eyes, dry as the deserts, such as clean energy that will erase the cards. How if you between the eyes and glasses there are endless seas that float on the cheeks. It tarnishes, just when you've lost. With his feet on the ground but your hands in your pocket. We should open the windows and smell the air, as if that clean there was taken away from children.

But if you fuck a toilet unclean
is because he has problems with himself
that is I'm sorry for him that he is not fucking with you and the toilets.
Sachets of sugar cane in my pocket, red cheeks.
At the tip to the feathers, I wish we photographed from above.

"Do not come back later"

Atomic night that has rolled up his eyelids, watching the sky bruised by the Chernobyl here, I want to express ... the milk of man fats past and future. Give birth to all my tomorrows with a bloody burst of menstrual ear wax.

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