I hunted as a kid always in trouble,
now that are great is not that much has changed.
And if this continues, you'll see, that soon
bury me.
The reckless, perhaps, will not live forever,
and you see how I enjoy myself in this hell.
And if the cautious will not live at all,
see how I fit.
I am not merely incompetent,
bad luck in me lies, but the pussy
are greedy, and I'm sorry
having to leave, but so
in death I shall never hurl.
But rebel genius, I make you fall
armpits, are more acidic
sisters Marge
veins with a dose of grunge. Sai
I tell you, of your pity I do not care, I devour
me this' poisoned cake. My
raga I do not deserve,
because they are a failure.
you I do not demerit,
but it is better that you put some enriched.
are more annoying and a loser
seller door to door, blindfolded
I write to see what's involved.
'd rather be alone with writing,
denounce it with all my fear.
are most infamous of the infamous police station,
living with the written word in this enclosure.
imaginary Dear reader,
taster of my insane horror
know that I can be more exhilarating than Gigi Sullivan, but instead I'll take
with me on my caravan,
between the meanders of my distress, anxiety
feel like my beats ...
and faster than Melandri,
run away from fear, torture
those who persecute me, and I hate
Seek,
achieve the smile, that
paradise of serenity
maybe last for eternity.
Francesco Favia
May 30 '08 23:02 hours
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