Maintenant In Earnest While Harvesting the bodies of young female poets in the small town garden trying so hard to look like
an English garden it simply forgot to talk English when spoken to there were so many especially in the tiny wet loci seclusi by the Raspberry spat Wall oh allah I guess was failing to stop throwing his pink piggies against the apparations of Giacometti furniture in the enchanted doorway to eaven you see you cant count anything anymore these days try counting the words in Word and Word will crash their sentences popping out in a violent red or deep purple pff kreun I daresay these rocks are shining with the spit of cold male Western sarcasm at ies Worst this must be the road to perdition o mijn hoofd hier (mon Delvaux): De nouveaux feux brillans distinctement espars two new fucking brilliant fires distinctively apart que le bas Monde auroit pour sa chapelle ardent so that the low World would have as a fiery chapel the other day while we were ce cler tant eclerant leur diafanité refusing to feed you lest you end up like Wittgensteins birds getting used to being fed by Wittgenstein before he decided to return to Oxford into that deep brown night I think its brune because it needs to rhyme with la Lune in the previous line rockabilly bird blue luminaires tunafish canned counting the arrows it isnt fair fut semée en claret Dont jà humide estoit damnation joublié mon pincode de nouveau you had better
