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or things get a bit different.

sometimes everything makes sense.

it flows and things connect to each other.

sometimes the ways is blocked.

the way starts from nothing and disappears in the dark.

you found a little stone which you bring with you

it’s made out of sweaty hair compressed and melt together by the Years-Glue.

it looks empty inside but it s heavy as marble stone.

if you lunch her in the air it takes a while to come down, then it falls

very fast

if you shake it, in Poland is snowing and my father cocks chestnuts

she sings the song of the Revolt, your stomach sheets.

if you lunch her in the air it takes a while to come down, then it falls

very fast

she sings the song of the Revolt, your stomach sheets.

you shit, she sit behind you and whispers marmalade in right ear, while titillate your nipples.

Mermaid song.

Mermaide-mermeid-mermeidmermedi-

mermide-medier-merdiem

mreidiem-miediemremdie

medi medrie diememdididi meme

dddid memmed ddim diddeemi

didimemmrmedì

you would not come back anymore.

now you sniffed that the future snows and breezes black cherry and crunchy nipples.

you will put it in your pocket and never see her again.

Shy disappears , Shy will be always with you.

once taking your bath, the baby-snail will notice the warm zone at two thumbs from you holy.

the trace is warmy, sweaty.

little drops of hot water formed a lake around Feet,

the lake secretly connects via a tile, in the little dirty passage between two tile,

to the Grey-Blue forest of the Solitary Thoughts;

you will never know nothing about its plants, its humus, its ladybugs.

you can come back to your dis-ordinary life.

she will appear to you only when you will sleep again calm, as a beautiful

terrifying nightmare, with giant sea-waves as leg and colorful torso.

with open arm he will slaps with his hairless breast.

long hair till the buttocks will come off to wrap you and disappear

beyond.

you will forget it. her. hime. shy. them. us. yourself.

you will remember only that you are lost

but don’t know according to what?

to which map?

the upside-down-reversed worldwide map you do not find hanging

anywhere?

the holy maps which Gode wrote into you?

that holy and evanescent maps full of holes especially between Brasilia

and Bogotà?

the flaw-maps of you skin?

the anti-racist manifest by your fellow student with the skin-head haircut?

you will stop to walk into that dream.

and once awake you will hear yourself lip-syncing that song.