Incest.
Another Love One Hundred Eighteen.
Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn. “Arrogance is your chain. When do you start rehearsals?””We never do sound
checks”. “Because you are lazy, conceited and stoked”. “We perform
on-the-scene. The past doesn’t own us. Do you know what happen to those who
mind the past much? If you reflect on the past, one day it will poison the present.
If you reflect too much, an asylum will be your house. I have one sacred rule I
never violate. The person I am with never suspects my heart. I have a spacious
heart. Like yours and even bigger. An
affair of my heart are looking at me, disbeliever”.
Of course, I know it,
A dator does his daily chores,
So that a kitchen doesn’t
stink,
Not doing dishes is a
vicious circle,
It’s a recycling process
to be done,
Till dishes are cracked,
chipped and badly broken,
They must be cleaned and
used again”,
“What is this sound
outdoors?”
“Your sweet talks
touched and moved a pecker,
It’s an informer pecking
at a tree,
Sparrows gather crumbs,
And bring them to a ragger,
Parrots are publishers
of wood news magazines,
They make a living out
of obsessions,
Curious birds do special
things,
So that they print the
typos of confusions,
Curious birds follow
droppings too,
But not as we did it
together,
They have the beaks that
scent perfumes,
And fluffy bunnies being
French groomed,
Nosy little beasts seek
semen scented proofs,
It is the downside to owning
a rabbit”,
“The hero of our romance
could use an analogue,
Looking crush test persuasive,
It might be a girlfriend,
A fiancé, a future wife
or an escort,
One hug, one kiss in
public place,
To get it documented,
He could have utilized
commotion practice,
A Swedish family of mice
has been destroying crop,
He could have made a
typo,
Correcting his mistake,
Before it took
dimensions of disaster,
Before it took
dimensions of ljubov,
Because ‘may’ or ‘may
not’ are not important,
A Swedish family
presents no interest to me,
Reality and fiction are parallel,
Sooner or later,
They always meet each
other,
Unless they fall in love,
It’s human and God like,
To make the most
terrible mistakes,
It is inhuman,
Not to redeem an error,
He might have thought,
He was a god”,
“One second, Snail,
He ran into a goddess,
sorry,
All oddnesses of rock n
roll got started once,
Because pre-dators didn’t
listen,
I always say,
Pre-dators never learn,
Do not write songs confusing
goddesses and strippers,
Nine times out of ten,
They are dressed up right
to Hell teeth,
No star biography will teach
you,
Do not confuse them with
your songs,
You did,
Here we are,
Prepare mountains of
tissues”.
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