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at 3 am commenting for the first time a post on this blog. E 'and my brother gets hit by the enthusiasm, we acquired a taste: five comments so protracted his words and his work until 3 and 35.

Today I read: the writing is very engaging, each emerges as a separate idea and affect smooth. It seemed like a violence leaves enclosed in the "comments", basically because they are not compositions, but comment that they should be rated.

I decided to publish them because I have hope that some readers have come forward and try to meet this vital need them. Good reading.

SPARKS

I sparks to no end,
rest of the moon today make sparks.
Vomiting iron, I iron.
have a fuse and burn oxygen.
I have a worm in the stomach coughing iron.
are a threat that makes sparks.
A relief of Pong. a battery that sparks.
"teeth are sparks on the asphalt?"
Simply, I think, to think of iron making sparks.
July 18, 2009 3:00



The illogic # 1

was just the beauty of emptiness.
experience.
So I gained inches from the vacuum.
But if I'm in the air all day
sooner or later collapse
But if you hang from your lips all day
'll run for 12 hours on a Concorde.
July 18, 2009 3:03



Need

Biting her eyes with her eyelids
"sorry, but what do you want?"
only existence.
Tension is expressed correctly
who sings with the brain.
poaching just touching the bottom.
Why not a man of reason
if reason and react, DESTROY, FIGHT
the "concept of the cup," the multiplication
the weight of an electron
everything already
discount, see known.
July 18, 2009 3:09



last comment last night

my empty

reside in homes where there are still ducks
and water wells

and patterns that make us breathe
me and my worms
"the last memory of me pale?"
not remember.

So I see square
square and see the night and his nails

its circular motions
and its antennas

But so one day we will all be soldiers
custodians of our hair
masters of our crabs
and seven of our brains.

We light enough, now
to illuminate our shrouds and light
abbastnza for nascorderci forever
among the dirty dishes
perhaps to wash and clean

and with them his hands and conscience

and if we had not played
to do the dirty with mud
bones
and noise in the temples would
sterile vanity

ever
remember little or nothing

or maybe I have not had time
to bite the bullet and turn this
remember
my empty
hidden from the light of the sun.
July 18, 2009 3:20



The mechanics of a long life

The mechanics of a long life without biting

are these fucking tubes
in which we have locked

pitch we understand that you have a freedom
as a boxed product.
July 18, 2009 3:25



Sembianze

The night falls the responsibility of
sleep, silence concealing
Search my mother,
with heart and mind, rest.
And his face, his eyes deep
slowly takes effect.
July 18, 2009 3:35

Marco "Bonzo" Cammack