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2004-03-16 | |
Take care of my bags, Milady!
All I can do for you!
The left one: an-ex-multi-champion-Romanian-gymnast!
The right one: fresh-barbecued-meet-my-relatives-from-quartzwood!
2 eyes, 1 abnormal Cyclopes.
2 pens, 1 white ink and 1 coal
pen my style.
This mirror reflects me as a man.
Normal--abnormal. A man I am.
With moustache and tattoo,
It is not love
astrology and astronomy.
My bags filled up with dreams clich√©.
My cell rin-gs!
Milady Milady, you are my self, my self ISH.
I am your pet Fish.
My Universe turns around your neck puss
(the kneeled Suns before Copernicus!
I promised you my inspiration‚Ä¶
Impossible. Too much I love life!
(yuppie! I found a rhyme for knife)
I promised me, from you, your expiration‚Ä¶
Impossible. I love life to munch!
Meet the gymnast
With my bags What did you do?
‚Äúthe Lunch. Crunch!‚ÄĚ
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