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(2005)
The Gomorrah is cement burning like a tortured centaur.
Your hair is the horizon in chocolate mousse-moussaka.
The chinese sultans cross flying in catamaran under the catarrh of the sky.
The slept plutonium of the evening it glances at the obelisk fucking the furious spotlights...where is the shadow of your eyes in this crystal Babylon?
Norwegian tourists with rash suck the sidewalks like demented ones while the moon commits incest with the sun and scream like a fried horse.
Now crowds of neanderthals overpopulate a MacDonald's where paralytic chickens with mononucleosis are killed with bazookas before to be boiled in bleach.
SHUT THE FUCK UP! WILL YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH NOW, OR THE NEXT YEAR?!!
...While the vicious haze licks the high domes, round like boobs, i clash with this advertising of cell phones that warns:
"When you look good, you sound better"...
A beggar rolls on the shit.
Good night.
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