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Apr. 6th, 2005 11:35 am...
poisoning by the action
intoxication
psychodelic of decision
what is more beautiful than the body
flesh
...
will they understand
they youngsters
what is it like
to walk in a phalanx
to bear a sarisse (lance)
and think
well you become well-done liar
tougher than daniel
who’s walking in a phalanx
burdened by the weight of a sarisse
and another trash
never thinks
he’s a nobody
all right if you say so
but will they understand
they youngsters
what is it like
to snitch on
your best friend
because otherwise
your wife your children
and you
will be arrested
they will not indeed understand
they don’t have friends
they don’t have wives
or children
or parents for sure
they are children of those
whom we snitched on
...
you're my favorite
dyonisius
...
a body meets a soul
doesn’t recognise it
asks may i touch you
...
and when we were touching each other
we were charged
...
it’s hard to bear the name
that you gave me
...
and looking from behind on the parts of the body
that reminded him about
those he desired
he sang
a battle song
...
a body meets a body
at last
...
this beach
this salty air
the joy of touching
a prison camp for the souls
...
the body drinks
the intestines revolt
the soul enjoys reading
beloved’ mind
poisoning by the action
intoxication
psychodelic of decision
what is more beautiful than the body
flesh
...
will they understand
they youngsters
what is it like
to walk in a phalanx
to bear a sarisse (lance)
and think
well you become well-done liar
tougher than daniel
who’s walking in a phalanx
burdened by the weight of a sarisse
and another trash
never thinks
he’s a nobody
all right if you say so
but will they understand
they youngsters
what is it like
to snitch on
your best friend
because otherwise
your wife your children
and you
will be arrested
they will not indeed understand
they don’t have friends
they don’t have wives
or children
or parents for sure
they are children of those
whom we snitched on
...
you're my favorite
dyonisius
...
a body meets a soul
doesn’t recognise it
asks may i touch you
...
and when we were touching each other
we were charged
...
it’s hard to bear the name
that you gave me
...
and looking from behind on the parts of the body
that reminded him about
those he desired
he sang
a battle song
...
a body meets a body
at last
...
this beach
this salty air
the joy of touching
a prison camp for the souls
...
the body drinks
the intestines revolt
the soul enjoys reading
beloved’ mind