Do not burn with the desire to become a man until I can be a woman or baby animal
I write a few lines of page 77 of the book by Alex Berger: "Do not burn with the desire to become a man until I can be a woman or baby animal thing." The book is just Bergonzoni, indeed it was ... I hired him for Arsenio Lupin has stolen from the library at the house of Berger and he delivered in the backyard of my home dropping down from an airplane in flight (try to drop something on you from a plane on the ground!)
In the words of Berger:
"The lips are now on everyone's lips
Few have no mouths: it would be only a bucco.
This explains why the anus does not have lips (and the vagina is not a real hole
precisely because he ).
Orti carnivores and vegetarians vaginas (transplantation of ways)
Good! The point is made
adventure collapses
are sleeping in the rain written
someone strikes "
And more ...
Berger's book very much and sometimes I read what motivates me to create my own words (I am a researcher stimuli !)... so now I write what I came to mind (this is a brain rape?) when I read the phrase "The point is that" ... The point is made
the sentence is
finished the book is finished
although not to the Termini Station
the place from where and where do all the words.
When traveling by train letters meet
no letters in the paper bags, not those!
meet the letters of the alphabet
meet on trains, fuck and the words are born
the APROL
and their offspring.
items of all kinds are born
male, female, gay and trans
"mascarpone", "hips", "baby", "barriers"
because the letters do not mate only
also enjoy doing strange things such as diphthongs, triphthongs and the hiatus ... "
And for now I'll stop here.
Tuesday, August 8, 2006
Monday, July 31, 2006
How To Tell If A Table In Solid Wood
what I wrote in February 2004
A piece a bit 'crazy I had written at the bottom of a well eating a bit' of pizza in the company of a skunk ...
euphorically hilarious outbursts of extreme exaltation are manifested in the essence of my existence and be exhausted in an escalation of esoteric ecstasy to give way to ghostly situations superlative spiritual collapse disproportionately striking that spurs me to push me into unscrupulously a secret swamp of quicksand quiet ... and in the middle of the shit I start to ponder and wonder of the chaos that swell in the maze of my mind, while the marsala and mascarpone magnetize my molecules ... and I feel like a dummy forgotten in storage from a fool that shit did not remember who was put on display in the window, that fool without memory!
I just have to run continuously against the current, trying to create constant connections and fully cultivating my creative skills ... and I want to change the culture that includes the compromise, understanding the complex causes that lead to any conflict and that is hidden under a blanket of shit ... and contemplating the constellations of odd coincidences feel that my brain works with the body while the heart is confused pampered by engaging chrome tail of a comet coral.
euphorically hilarious outbursts of extreme exaltation are manifested in the essence of my existence and be exhausted in an escalation of esoteric ecstasy to give way to ghostly situations superlative spiritual collapse disproportionately striking that spurs me to push me into unscrupulously a secret swamp of quicksand quiet ... and in the middle of the shit I start to ponder and wonder of the chaos that swell in the maze of my mind, while the marsala and mascarpone magnetize my molecules ... and I feel like a dummy forgotten in storage from a fool that shit did not remember who was put on display in the window, that fool without memory!
I just have to run continuously against the current, trying to create constant connections and fully cultivating my creative skills ... and I want to change the culture that includes the compromise, understanding the complex causes that lead to any conflict and that is hidden under a blanket of shit ... and contemplating the constellations of odd coincidences feel that my brain works with the body while the heart is confused pampered by engaging chrome tail of a comet coral.
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