2007/12/19
reading this and
the fall of the house of Bush _ Craig Unger _ it is f a n t a s t i c . puts so much in c o n text. (stopped read ing it . too insane. folly worse than the borgias ou medicis _
the snow's made the city more pleasant even the uglier neighborhoods, like parts of mine, appear prettier. less painful onthe eye ~ indeed, but still if the snow would be come a river an ocean of change upward positive. it has made people a little more patient and kind _ even the rotten ones. but who knows where le bonne volonté ce cache dans la ville dans monde
this season of course is the mixed up one eh? the deterritorializing of Christ ? was he actually deterritorializing the idea of the Fa ther ....
but this weekend now re expecting Rain and on Christmas eve and day minus 8 and so you figure the rain snow snow removal Christ deterritorializer et les multitudes du monde et ma français abominable
and the sidartha? buddha? ah the moutains where I love you
my dear never seen whose heart is near
night is day day
is death
I am perdue sans les devotions de tes mains never touched
as it goes the wind caresses your breasts for me
when I sleep my wind hands caress thee
my lip levres suck your breasts ~ breasts of your joy
as I am thrilled to become you be you comme
nuit deviennes jour
dans ma tête
c'est un mouvement
pocket lover
found a song pour vous toi ~
.
et en train d'ecoutez
Les 20 ans de Poésie sur parole
the snow's made the city more pleasant even the uglier neighborhoods, like parts of mine, appear prettier. less painful onthe eye ~ indeed, but still if the snow would be come a river an ocean of change upward positive. it has made people a little more patient and kind _ even the rotten ones. but who knows where le bonne volonté ce cache dans la ville dans monde
this season of course is the mixed up one eh? the deterritorializing of Christ ? was he actually deterritorializing the idea of the Fa ther ....
but this weekend now re expecting Rain and on Christmas eve and day minus 8 and so you figure the rain snow snow removal Christ deterritorializer et les multitudes du monde et ma français abominable
and the sidartha? buddha? ah the moutains where I love you
my dear never seen whose heart is near
night is day day
is death
I am perdue sans les devotions de tes mains never touched
as it goes the wind caresses your breasts for me
when I sleep my wind hands caress thee
my lip levres suck your breasts ~ breasts of your joy
as I am thrilled to become you be you comme
nuit deviennes jour
dans ma tête
c'est un mouvement
pocket lover
found a song pour vous toi ~
.
et en train d'ecoutez
Les 20 ans de Poésie sur parole
By
Dc_