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Bonnie & Claudia

the priest did not know him, for this I could easily kill him, even to say, magpie, there is no God "Tell me now, you have the iron resting on the side of the crucified , tell me that God exists, let me know with your faith tin in the mouth. " Then, I remember only the church full of ravens, ate pomegranates with rosary beans. I do not remember the beginning, we went to Spain I think, maybe in Tarragona. You had a car with no roof on my knees and I had a strange cat glass wool, stroked against the grain. I did not have to do anything, you were kneeling on that this afternoon, a strand of copper behind tirandoti the ear. Did your mother drowned in the bathtub where she kept soaking the leaves of tobacco, had returned to the surface for a few seconds, like a mask in the mud, then with a finger had pushed him under again. You called me buddy and you were able to do amazing things with his ass, though, did not wear rings. We left at noon for lunch because there is dust, which is ideal to escape. We uploaded a whore from the long shadows by the sea, we were locked in an abandoned kiosk with sand crunched under our shoes, she hid the money in her hair combed and I then told her "I love you like a dog. " You look and smile with his eyes behind the copper, even when l'ammazzavo e le cantavo in un orecchio "dimmelo ora, ora che hai la lama sul lato del portafogli, che l'amore esiste, dimmelo senza lingua". Alla stazione di servizio tradii un amico, rubando cioccolato, tabacco e pistole giocattolo, lui rimase seduto nella veranda dondolando un poco con un fiore rosso in mezzo al petto e un fucile col calcio di legno appoggiato sulle gambe, con la faccia stupita di chi ha tra i denti un perchè o una spiga di grano, e cantai "dimmelo ora, tra le cicale e le sirene, dimmelo in un orecchio che t'ho voluto bene, dimmelo con i pugni e la bocca pieni di mosche". All'ufficio postale di Alicante dissi all'uomo col polsino nero di alzare le braccia mentre tu gli puntavi contro un dito full of promise. We took the bags of rice paper, calligraphy and addresses change, then we sent her in front of the rifles, a betrayal, the broken glass, blood on the dashboard, the creaking of the teeth, the dazzling star of tin, to your caught in copper wire earrings, letters to the wind, stolen, as thieves.

here, May 23, 1934

"I steal all the looks, and never surrendered me to a"

yours

Bonnie

Working Out During Herpres Outbreak

greasy pole

Pieter Bruegel " Wedding Dance"

dangle your feet in the wind would be nothing, except that you can see me on the ass from them. the jar of fireflies and honey in the hands of the boy is more than enough to show what remains of the day and me. the next branch there is an angel who laughs with a shiny armor anchovies. not made the sign of the cross and tells stories obscene. the carousel of Christs curious, dancing with his mouth twisted a fool of candied apple, a child who swallows a robin taking the leg with a thread of hemp, a bitch from the street that shows me her pussy in the dust. Man spits tobacco on his back and drags in the middle of the broom around by the tail. I feel the ivory tinkling laughter and the poverty of gold teeth, the crickets do the rest. you, you have a stone in the neck that do not belong to you, from up here look like a child bride who does the circle. but you know you love me, you who love the Tarot and the hazards most of your legs, a broken promise that a child is wrong. the spectacle of art varies from a man who is sincere answer the swing with a razor blade just under the tongue in kisses, blasphemed as questions. love is a bit of red wine, the wine is bad memory. and that is why I fall in love with you, whenever you return. Why do not you confess.

"inutile affannarsi a cercare tra i fogli. nessuno ti scriverà mai qualcosa di così bello"

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imperfect crimes (3) sage


"Un post molto volgare, non per sua colpa, però"

1 (teste di pesce)

e no, i chiodi di garofano, no, cazzo, non nei pomodori col riso. Una volta qualcuno mi ha raccontato che ai polli da allevamento tengono la luce accesa per obbligarli a mangiare. Mangiano fino a che gli scoppia il fegato mamma e finscono on some table, maybe for Christmas. You know those lovely dinner tables, red cloth, decorated perhaps, some ricamino, like yours. It 'nice that you get busy, the quips and jests, curtains, even obscene mat that you put in the bathroom. Twelve-course mom, fuck. As the chicken farm. You know because they have the eyes of chickens mother side? To look at life in profile, like you and me. Even the fish have eyes on the side mommy dear, fish heads, they fucking heads fish that I have to swallow every Christmas. They make me throw up the fish heads and cloves as well, remind me of the dentist. We also swept the dentist mother, "I paid as your hearing, my darling? But look at that beautiful straight teeth you have now "The light is on, then there is the blinking of the tree, swallow, swallow, swallow it all. swallow the gondola on your TV, the sugar paper for that shit to the crib snow in cotton wool, the ashes on your shawl, and even the tinkling pee in your soup spoon star, continues. There is a divine justice in the herringbone pattern that gets stuck in the middle of the uvula your lyric, you feel flushed and Cimarosa your drowning in saliva.'m singing lessons, your cries as you sow purposes by the director of the choir behind the closed door, that's all in your goiter mezzo soprano and showers her eyes back in a gasp operetta. Now open your gift se vuoi, mentre caschi con la faccia nel piatto di fango e lische, visibilmente morta , come scriveranno nel tuo referto, mamma. Le teste di pesce mi guardano, scarto.

2 (piccola farò di te una stella)

‘Spetta bimba, ferma ferma, come sarebbe a dire che è finita? E l'amore, e tutto il resto? No dico, dove ti credi di andare? Cristo santo bimba non puoi farmi questo ora, quest’anno avevo in mente un numero pazzesco con un nano e tu vestita da babbo natale con il culo di fuori e una renna di pelouche. Roba forte bimba, da spellarsi le mani, non puoi farlo, ti ho inventato io te lo ricordi o no? Io ti ho scoperta bar at that shit, I leave you twenty-dollar tip for a cup of coffee made with mule piss and pumpkin seeds. I saw something in you baby, in you and in your breasts when no one was willing to give you a penny, get it? Iio. 'It girl, brakes, and everything we have created together? The nipple Halambra Rotary Club, here, you remember that? He came down the theater when you were spinning the breasts in opposite directions, and who invented that number, eh? You? You? Like hell. Sure baby, rockin 'the producers of Broadway half was a hard thing, I understand, but I think for me it was easy? Expect all those nights on your feet? But I swallowed it all, for us, for the nost future. And all those Evenings at the Mogambo who the fuck did you do, eh? Tell me? And producers who presented them to you? All those dreams and our projects where the fuck are they? Of course I understand that mate with a python in front of 30 people is not the best, but I think for me it was easy to steal reptile Marshall Street? I gave you a beautiful future, then you fuck with me now say that it's over. And do not look at me with those eyes now, you do not have the mica spoiled child. With the nano was worse, get him to shoot himself, you know ... but still appear a suicide. The dwarf and the Showgirl, a classic. Now the problem will take off this fucking blood from clothes.

3 (the letter)

Cao Born Babo, eg, a born voei fidansata and the custom of spais Renger, and then a vore vore pistoi SPAA pè a tuti tuti i cannot and those like me who robs gigeto meenda tuti the regions in squola me says that we are, flaws we are? veamente gigeto ameenda not hanging over me. Pope to pistoi de ce lavevo satchel in gigeto cao, if not me I do not canson you spaavo, veo gigeto? Peo vojo a pistoi suit my, yes. PEO, dear babo born sopatuto Voei did not go in rent.

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Norman Wyatt Jr.

my Cupid good balsamic vinegar, the tip of the lips, without a moment of scallions, full of common sense and you're all waiting for thee marinated tuna to mix my love, breast parannanza, sole of Mediterranean fish, lemon love, the heart of Tabasco, sex, chocolate, drained, Licking, insugata soul, the memory of bread, our complicity do a shoe, wonder bread crumbs, tomato laughter, I adore you smell, I lick my fingers and wait for anchovies, you're beautiful by endive do so, the devil, open your mascarpone, guinea fowl thighs, buttocks nutella're beautiful ass pan, pluck a ball oh cream, hand shakes, margarine field, no legs, I have no way out, my Alice, harlot, fryer, I want to watch, bread roll, yelling and brown, it's raining stracchino are your rosemary, rose wine, soul favorite, meatball, nose to nose, scaled signs, your surplus fat fat young man, belly Colonnade. Off wheels and digging my grave in the pecorino, a herring moved, and you, states in a knee sage omelette for my soul, in this coffin of baguette, for they have crepes.

" once a month, Camilla, defrost the fridge, and invites me to dinner. What is a sin to throw the leftovers, is okay, but I got to do that? "