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74 dobry rocznik marmolada syf i mocznik może ktoś mnie nie przeoczy NH2CO3

i wanna be like frusciante

Co by zrobił Rafał?

Żeby być wielkim I umyć nawet naczynia Płukam łzami konradowymi O siódmej - czterdzieści i cztery Wanna czerwona Okno otwarte Leci requiem w radyjku I nic Absolutnie nic Na trzeźwo - fe!…

Statek kosmiczny

Stary wrak taki Że wskaźnik emocji się zepsuł Wajha "turbo" zacięta do przodu Bestia żre paliwo jak wieloryb kryl Spory łyk i szybki zapłon Szybka pęka Pilotowi dawno odebrali prawko Szybujemy Ekran cyfrowy brudny że hej Widać tylko smugi Obijamy się o byle asteroidę…

krasz

jestem duszą twojej starej w ciele nastolatki

byli inni ludzie

tak już jest, że boisz się robić rzeczy, które są wstydliwe swoją drogą wstyd, to jedna z emocji, do której potrzebujemy innych osób na końcu baru siedzi dziewczyna myślę sobie różne rzeczy…

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Nature Lover, or Something

I am not particular. I like what ever the sky happens to be doing at the time.

Hunger for a Star

I love, deep and pure, as the river, a star named Mary. She is presses against that window of eternity called the sky. My arms are only a few feet long.

A Christmas Tree in a Graveyard

Late at night downtown is like a Cristmas tree in a graveyard.

Argument

I dreamt that I met Ernest Hemingway. We had a terrible argument in the dream because Ernest Hemingway thought that he was a better writer than I am.

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My Ivory Tower

My ivory tower overlooks a slaughterhouse where hogs scream and scream because they do not like to have their throats cut. My ivory tower overlooks a little girl who ahs a toothbrush that she calls Marty, and loves.

A Twentieth-century Dream

I got into bed and closed my eyes and the warm, black nothingness of sleep came and picked up my soul hand held it tightly for a time that could have beem forever of a few moments. Then I dreamt I lived in a valley that was green and peaceful.…

Image

These white flowers sprinkled on the grass are really frightened drops of blood.

She Came Along

I build a house of tears behind the eight ball, and I lived there for ten thousand centuries, until she came along and burned the house down with a match called love.

Child of the Lovers

I was a drunk rainbow. She was a frightened moon. We had on child. He grew up to be a frosty spring night.

In Death's Heart

A door in Death's heart will open wide and I will go inside and find seven rooms each as big as God.

One Man's Family

Lester Rubenstein listens to "One Man's Family." • Lester Rubenstein is twenty-six years old and has been listening to "One Man's Family" for a long time. •…

Untitled (There Is a Dark House)

There is a dark house "How dark is it?" Who are you? "I'm reading this book. Oh. "Do you mind?" Are you going to buy a copy? "I might." O.K. "Now will you tell me how dark the house is?" Yeah. The house is very dark. "What does that mean?"…