17/07/2000
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facts about my universe 0400-hour, earth/ocean time. 2nd Bilÿ Kûn's Chronicles Sexy spirit
gum over my blindfold eyes, nothing coherent has ever intruded my side
of the galaxy. No expansion without pretension. Have you ever talked with
my loneliness? Have you ever heard about tears? Or is it just another
side of a fashionable line of clothing? Empty bars. 3AM. With the smell. The pit is open until you drop, come in my dearest friend. Feel addicted. Your drink is the open mouth of a snake. Kiss me, feel my fangs. My blood tastes poison. Love. Whore. Sperm on your chin, bottle babies, digitalis romance, nothing more to wash. Come. Fell free. Love me, I'm free, I'm garantied, I'm self diposable. I leave my door unlock, I leave my windows open, I leave my hearth for you, my beloved back stabber. Empty streets. 4 AM. With the selfish humidity, the stollen privacy. Factless stories of lost nights. Paradise stoned out of the black list, endless spirits haunt the streets, hopeless love, wrist open like an after hour bar. Butterflies. Dead whales as usual. Forgotten nightmares and ocean over flowing. Fast sex, paid prengnancy, slow porno movie, sillicon suns dying in my stollen privacy. All of that happens here. Come. Fell free. Enter my body. The sun lies down here, so you can lie there. Help me see outside. My windows are always open, my door is unlocked for you. Please don’t tell the bad dream walker, please don’t disturb my pillows. Love me. Cumm
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