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it takes guts and a gun, like in bud dwyer's lil' surprise.
a defect, no one'll see it coming.
I'm indulging myself in a advance, orchestrated by the enemy.
it deep, yet grows strong, within...
(Am I against myself? well am I?)
everything dreadful happening, imagine how I feel,
when that it was planned,
from a that I don't even recall,
you might this a tragedy,
seems more to me like simple habits.
to be finally saved,
waiting for that would order me to follow
a purpose with both convictions and deviations.
if only knew how... I'm tired of your paintings.
your landscapes sucks and have ceased to amaze me long ago.
be a pal and let me add a of mine, abstraction.
of and red pure... so pure.
are there any rules related to simplicity (of actions, of thoughts...)
I not.
so how your judging?
you won't the day it will end,
in vital fluids (.357)
as you are to witness the spontaneity of the events.
and I won't be a no more?