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The Awareness in Blondie’s Mouth (feat. Bertil Osorio)



they’ve been telling me your fragrance should be equal to the moon in Jericho,
* i used to think you were the sun, pure as fuck and pure to fuck.
i used to over-read these lines every night for a long while,

                                   ………all day
                                   I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

                                   I hunger for your sleek laugh,
                                   your hands the colour of a savage harvest,
                                   hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
                                   I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

                                   I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
                                   the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
                                   I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
                                    ……………….                                          
                 
like when i was told to wet my fingers in holy water and worship their god before falling asleep.

and you were and now you are not.* there’ s an eel hidden in the depth, sleeping all week long because anti-practical+anti-productive+sedative+
too seductive. sticky watery and auto-destructive, they make you feel it is better if it comes when you are alone in the middle of the night - as if there were a time when things are supposed to be.

i do remember the day you told me…..if you’re gonna tattoo fidel & maradona on your ass i’m not sure i could ever fuck you from behind anymore. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGFdopqn_wU
not my mom but my aunt (whom mom sent) came to tell me i shouldn’t have kept doing it, above all if people are around…so i just kept doing it as much as i could since then. these cold jeans make me wet and still pay my dues. i´ll pay back something else though…l’egoismo, i sensi di colpa a posteriori.

fragrant is the moon in Jericho, apparently the rose you gave me is a fake, but the burns heal and the sun will collapse.

i wish both all our best,

F







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IT WAS IN THE PROXIMITY OF THAT VIOLATED SPACE

THAT THE GRAVITATIONAL SEEDS WALKED AWAY FROM. HE SUFFERED

THE MOST OVER THE IMPOSSIBILITY OF LOVING MANKIND AS A WHOLE,

THOUGH STILL HIS BROTHER WAS A LONELY CHILD. CONSTANCE’S WELL-PAID JOB WAS

TO DIRTY AS MUCH WATER AS POSSIBLE PER DAY. THE DIFFICULTY OF

BELIEVING IN SOMETHING MORE THAN DETACH=

MENT BROUGHT THEM TO VENERATE

THE ELEMENT THEY’VE BEEN INHALING WITH

SALAD LEAVES. IN FRONT OF US THE HAND

OF GOD INTRUDED ON THE FOOTBALL FIELD.






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IT USUALLY HAPPENS FAR AWAY FROM OUR EASY TI TI TI TI TEARS

FAR FROM THIS DESERT OF OURS WHERE THE PYRAMIDS  WEREN’T PROMISED AGAIN

AND NO MAGIC BUT MY ONE-MONTH WORKOUT PLAN IS

CONTEMPLATED. HANNAH IS IT TRUE YOU ONCE SAID << I ONLY LOVE MY FRIENDS.

I’M INCAPABLE OF ANY OTHER KIND OF LOVE? + I WAS WONDERING…

DO YOU ALSO LIKE IT WHEN ACHILLES GETS KILLED AND EVEN HIS BUDDY PATROCLUS - AND

THAT HOTHEAD HECTOR -  
AND THE WHOLE GREEK AND TROJAN JEUNESSE DORÉE ARE

MORE OR LESS EXPERTLY SLAUGHTERED SO THERE’S FINALLY PEACE AND QUIET?




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ACTUALLY…

NO TIME X

HATING SO

REMIND ME WHO

AM I WORKING X?

BARB WAITS

EVERYDAY X THE BARBARIANS

IN A DIFFERENT

BAR BUT SHE’S

NOT

FUNNY ENOUGH.