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About
You are the roast beef I have purchased
and I stuff you with my very own onion.
You are a boat I have rented by the hour
and I steer you with my rage until you run aground.
You are a glass that I have paid to shatter
and I swallow the pieces down with my spit.
You are the grate I warm my trembling hands on,
searing the flesh until it's nice and juicy.
You stink like my Mama under your bra
and I vomit into your hand like a jackpot
its cold hard quarters.
My Music
Movies
flight of the navigator, disney's robinhood, unico, asterix, brick, the crying game, gimme shelter
Books
big fat art books, plath, sexton, wurtzel, goethe, neitzsche, kristeva, beckett, susan sontag, slavoj zizek, lacan, penguin dictionaries, georges bataille
Matteo says:
you are friend. you are new york?
posted Apr 4