Singapore School Life

That everything will explode in circles
A giant called
wrap this train right now.

No problem.

Circle. Worn on the platform. Recalling
perfect leisure.
feel my hands sticky.
My eyes were so weak, maybe sick.
opens the door and enters the magic:

"I am the most beautiful woman in the world"
And I can not believe it.
All others are so ugly.

(Hold Charlie Williams)
I smile with the book half a meter.
Her eyes tired. Perhaps
sick.

Is beautiful, really?
not the most beautiful in the world.
But you're right:
I look at the roar stopped.
"I was nineteen abortions." Final
: are your eyes.

If you saw her.

We come from two different worlds
In our no yelling that.
plastic lights
celebrating your wrinkled face. Hot air cooling
My excitement

(Charlie Williams. I know what you mean)

"It's a must read book
Anyone wishing literature"
exercise imaginations,
With one foot coming winter.
With one in Lima.

(And where else were to flee, Billy?)

I leave the station. Among the cannibals
Chinatown

Many portfolios perfect blue eyes above
Fog, people walk shaken.

walk upright between clothing
"Duck better to see
Wait to accommodate the camera" I
boring to have you win.
Your smile says so much
By your way of kissing.

And you with no fucking idea what I've been thinking.
Nothing.
"How have you been?"
"I missed you, baby" Another

see me smile looking at the camera
Maybe you're absolutely right
Maybe we're all ugly tarnished
Let us all victims of the fat.
will have to wait until Christmas
To see what the fairies bring us
between radar and parables of a backward country.

"What has come to sacrifice customer
I think so ..."

and the yacht began his career
Molly Wakes in
cyber box "Welcome to the desert of immoral" Saca
a number, look me in the eyes again
And he says
You're not the chosen

Who will tell Morpheus?

Peekskill, 19.2.2011