beautiful crap
aprile 29, 2011 § 7 commenti
Dear Karen Green
will you please build
a machine for me?
‘cause I often thought
that I could jumble
all things I like
the music I like
the colours I like
the tastes I like
the smells I like
the sounds I like
in a big cardboard box
and shak’n’rattle a bit
and oops would come out
the person I am
but it never worked
so, Karen Green
will you please
build a machine for me
so that I can see
who the fuck I should be?
thank you
Annunci
flymachine
Fly me to the moon
Let me sing among those stars
Let me see what spring is like
On jupiter and mars
In other words…
non ti ci facevo tipa da frank. ogni tanto mi spiazzi.
io non mi facevo tipa
che ti facevi?
washingmachine
un trita carne. Ne vien fuori una bella salama da sugo. Io però son dura a venire. Mi vien in mente un pezzo de The united states of america.