Roughly as poetic as a bag of smashed arseholes.







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Saturday, 5 March 2011

Patello

Substrata conjoined in the informed memory ,
Every Patello seeking and hating release
Molecular, tiny and sharp, each is a nymph playing laughter
Beautiful and conscious with subconscious alarm
Logic is an impersonal part, on the side of enemies
Humanity detached, the ID released, desire free
You can be foiled with opacity; Patello will live
The substrata infected with bitterness


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