billa
Fun without
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******************************* * Pipol Untitled Narts-
* Almita-In Phase 2 of Love
* Reynaldo Vargas-El Alajerito
* Girl Novarro - groggy
* Gordo Wilde - Dorian
* Liz Taylor - Lesbian Project (4th and last) * Artur
Rambo-lights to blows ***
Pipol
Narts
is fixed as an ointment, a pan of mussels, which abrasively kills a toxic tide and sea monsters around him. the cylinder next to the trapezoid body oblong oval in front of him. tenerife reef, of course, among the piles of books overlook postcards, utility bills and printed papers to pass, there are a ton of calligraphy, and so happens, floats, sea. I had so many fakes, and many puffs, the impact of past desires swirling in the maelstrom of each raindrop on the balcony, and the small base, so useful, so dam served to flooding. ink may let you down much, and the outbreak of the small corporation in the corner. no memory handle. Suddenly all the syntax of dumb, is a finite horizon jingles, and dying fire aiming to hurt. I finished my cake. something has been sprayed over. Fruit paradise is a cocktail of drugs. so much sweat on a summer night. Wisp and butterflies, frayed cardboard. generate all these overlapping assumption, the unhappy suppository, stick the sword sublimating. graphite give me a tea, but if I am giving. the laser. what is new physics. there is a single kilogram of surprise in the world and we've all hallado.morder the look or twist is a theatrical lighting gyroscope. you ought to rest, ask your mother to stop making time. *
Almita
In Phase 2 of love
The implant
completion blind passion is necessary
but the scale stays
original point of everything fills the reasons to hide
point dignified by the stroke tracing the same thing happens
interpretation is not convincing sense accumulates
repeat the magic does not seem to embody
spasms improvised, innovative, uncontrollable
them
spasms today it's not always a comedy, news
involve the shoal,
the worst as a threat, a balance sheet, where
Enough lies the true, if it is not clear at this time
diapers and remorse
was amazed astonishment is that step
have designed a building with no networks
child's birthday, there are no miracles, only
work that is the sense of abandonment and loneliness, but also the shortcut, and
implant is a road that claims to be run,
a desire, a dream
love will
outlining the doubt even among
nothing can be forced
*
Reynaldo Vargas
THE
ALAJERITO
a leap'm
wet grass, trembling and hot
to fuck I bent over to Candila,
entered through the window and covered his mouth
fear in his eyes
there is something of a bitch you upload your nightgown
silent while monitoring
door Romulus, warm wet
yeno ithin him without groping or anything
Candila
am bitten fingers of a bitch that he is
hug her ass and skinny legs feel
without blood, glancing look
Wheelchair
then I do the distracted
and I leave it up to me
suck in silence, when he yeno
the crop while the door monitor Romulo
pants I get up I open the alajerito
and ask a chain, a jump
'm in the grass.
*
"Girl Novarro
groggy
veraison to "(...) So, like everything, as Chick adormido saltónde the split shell, light polla.Y ever thus, from the oval, with four shoulder, and sadness for what it .(...)" César VallejoPerdidoel groguipide pierdeauxiliopara the countryside that losing groggy, auxiliodemasiada malezademasiado nudomás greenery for that lap cuelloel groguiperdidopide cordónperdidoen campiñasdel neck high mountain oyeel grogui.Dulzor cry cry that gritasgroguitú uterus ombligotú calorgroguicon ask those screams you lose espantastú hiloel rasgadotu bead navel back caminode partidoy you lost those ears you groggy pideel aquellacampiña uterus searches that you seek nudoen those grasslands intentagroguiintenta intentatú sleep sleep, groguiyo cry.
* Gordo
Wilde Dorian
We killed him, what
cagamos with rocks and I got a broomstick
in ortho.
We had done nothing,
was just helpless.
His mother, perhaps, we were not safe
had told Laura stupid once.
We did after class
weird, because, in general, we never
four at once.
was a natural gesture.
The
did not make us anything we did not out of malice. We did
of realism.
* Liz Taylor
Lesbian Project (4th and last)
Playing with fire What you do now Zucchini?
Now that I will not be more
Who shed his blood for you? Who will
sacrificial lamb?
Baby tell
Who will defend you so strongly?,
Where dancers flee your footsteps?
Now that you do not run away from me
What will you do when your lapdogs squash have devoured all the meat on your bones?
When the weight of your unforgivable cowardice fall on you and crush you and pop as the vile worm that went with me, bitch fucking
What are you doing calibrated addict when your great lie begins to smell bad, like the remains of quiltros poor rotting on the sides of high-speed roads that look washed out both your lovers?
When too old and too ugly you remember my
poor poet who denied him the sun and the holy water pouring from your tits
that you closed the doors of your smug cunt full of dangers
as who closed the gates of heaven to me
yet you look
Then I could continue to shine
brutal rejection of the sick joke of the ambiguous
your ego need to be created cyclopean
sun and planets revolving around you.
Baby, dynamited my house, do You Know?
You poisoned my water and I stole a bunch of words that he kept for other purposes you know?
I wonder what you do
pendeja
scary when that woman who does not want to see
not want to kiss you or lick
laughing eye contact with a beauty more real than yours, say, of course given?
What you gonna do when I came
find these lines and you recognize them in horror?
The gods know I never wanted
hold bad feelings for you
The gods know I wanted to convert to Buddhism
for free and transparent love
But it happens that I have a poor blood Do you know?
that burns for anything
and no water to turn off this disaster
blood Maybe it's a cheap, highly fuel
And the truth is that you love
what we are with things you love
playing with fire
* Artur Rambo
Illuminations Shock
I
fern entrenched in the granite wall, took a pit, throw confetti stitching and cutting and snow electrifying plays the laurel. The bay is again a strange girl roots and want to sink into the sea. Gets into the water but nothing. He discovers that nothing can fill, suddenly loves, loves to swim and swim and believe that nothing, especially at sea. But nothing in a wide river and reaches a delta and a bush gets into your head and see the stars, like candles on a cake in the universe.
caresses baby pacifiers, as slash and pressed, with melon-shaped interest. Secreted by the mouth, sticky saliva, dipped ice cream you just ate. After a while he gets bored and whines and whines, leave the pacifier to air and sun. Ant falls on a hit by losing an eye and memory. His eye falls between pacifier baba ant eats libadora by angurria, unbridled greed of that nectar of the gods of spongy latex microparticles of strawberry ice cream and savored and pondered. None of this ant knows-how could also, if the hickey landing him abruptly erased any record of the outside world. One with the universe, the ant does not know what is born. Live happy as part of a pacifier, undifferentiated, light years before the mirror stage. Until we address the delicacy insects or simply slime dries in the sun, or we go to the plaza.
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