Sunday, November 25, 2007

St Martin Adult Only Topless

A sad story ... An absurd poem song ...

Long ago, in nosequé class, I sat down to think about it and decided to write the first thing out of my head. The result is folded into 4 and put it away. 10 min ago I remembered that experiment and here I am, willing to share with my readers friends this nonsense. I do not know exactly, but I got the soul and about love.

"21 seconds"

not sing or write songs of love
only needs a tune in rock & roll, a black label
and more psychotic side of your imagiancion
A cocktail of chocolate and coffee
suicide tenderness dances barefoot with a demon
white
on the wrong shoulder.
whispers in the ear Secrets ethereal destination
not write or sing songs of love
but there is a price to pay
to rock & roll

q was not that ... help me figure it out. Q I just know I have no future if I keep doing it.

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