Steam of conch
Intro gedicht hef gewicht inuit verplicht
Niet aankomen – dat is bah MONEY
Ben je gevallen? Waar is het ow? Aaah? MONEY
Uw majesteit uw uw gazon uw distels
Republican tantrum, hissy-fit, screaming abdabs
let’s settle this with pistols
I told my children the facts of life
Cinderalla come Sexyrella, the deep-fried wife
The bubbling Dopamine from the sexual intercourse
ACH need to Know? No to Need
Shoes melted, fused to her feets
as we swim in tomorrow’s daylight HONEY
Deep-fried wife dat krijg je daarvan
Da kidz was shocked and angry like
Vrom? Vrom? Fuck and filth he growled at the bathroom mirror
Fuck and filth Foek en vies sweesh Rome Brabant KUTZOOI
w-w-w-w-w waar de menus, minutieus, the back streets, Frankie Knuckles
nearly 50, house to home, steam of consciousness
ffffwwwwfffffwwwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhh
Willem de Ridder welcome to Lambiek (everybody wants to rule the park)
Tuesday 15 September 2009
Friday 4 September 2009
hoera een jongen
Tiblisi blini stream stro ought will we’re nice people
Gestural delineations give visual evidence, the whole truth
And but nothing knuckle a note, pout bouncy, part finding
An answers in tomorrow’s breaminkler, an alpert, a cornflower
Gee sshh exegesis, climp, bun, until we bathe in tomorrow’s daylight,
Stralbert, mister, like a trick question passion, your body will C bunkum B,
The no note, spring’s cushion beyond tolet you know as possible, soon
You tipper ess, directional it’s alright wonky blimmed as I’m
Just dirt on tubaul, your tube, metals a briskly cone fident, this way
That way, you’ll be upside don in minutes, down the dungeon
Like a trick, nothing lost.
Gestural delineations give visual evidence, the whole truth
And but nothing knuckle a note, pout bouncy, part finding
An answers in tomorrow’s breaminkler, an alpert, a cornflower
Gee sshh exegesis, climp, bun, until we bathe in tomorrow’s daylight,
Stralbert, mister, like a trick question passion, your body will C bunkum B,
The no note, spring’s cushion beyond tolet you know as possible, soon
You tipper ess, directional it’s alright wonky blimmed as I’m
Just dirt on tubaul, your tube, metals a briskly cone fident, this way
That way, you’ll be upside don in minutes, down the dungeon
Like a trick, nothing lost.
Tuesday 18 August 2009
UUUURRRRR
Excuse me, chairs are not allowed on the grass. They may damage the hose in the ground. They probably won't but we take no chances here.
Look at the sun setting. Look at those quintessential village roofs and listen to that driver swear, see her spit.
What a world-fuck.
Look at the sun setting. Look at those quintessential village roofs and listen to that driver swear, see her spit.
What a world-fuck.
Tradition
Clowning is an art - you can't buy no double negative. Black flowers will reward your investment of energy and ideals, although
you need some milk
you need some.
Revolutionary voices rumble from the next house, a train swooshes through the station
like a bride.
Now, if you think that's all there is to it, watch!
you need some milk
you need some.
Revolutionary voices rumble from the next house, a train swooshes through the station
like a bride.
Now, if you think that's all there is to it, watch!
Friday 24 July 2009
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