THE TEXT BETWEEN

The Caucasian Walk

why did you hurt me
we "believe" in dark matter
world's deepest subterranean vertical drop in Croatia
marking my territory - speleologists, botanists and hikers from around the world
Hear the Call ov Auld Europa - a cold wind, wolf chromosome, remainder of nights
spent half-asleep in snow pure white snow luminal under the pine skies and the
lean and evil mob of moon-coloured hunters J-L Borges knew what I am talking
about
we were the best because we were the only ones "Antropofagia" was very
important in distant cityscape and we're going at it like rabbits
why did you hurt me
madman of the tortures inflicted on madman of the tortures inflicted on madman
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against the modern world - again the modem words
day I would not wear jeans probably a pair of trousers and a 'minutes after call'
blood sweating from the air in this torture garden of ours teared apart one hundred pieces but still light pouring out of me steel light yeah
i have no way of saying it differently
i am not a helper nor a guide
closed eye
up yr heart huh
Czesc, o my polish friends
our gods shall never die for no one can kill a stone
run south of the border for we shant kneel to the cross
why did you hurt me
day and "exist" when
relativity reality of ideal - a mere illusion hiding that there is no illusion
now fugees in our turn - a fate from our fathers' raving and proud and destructive
hacer un porro? mais l'absinthe 404 file not found oxidized occident no more psychopomps in our pornographic industries like the way indifferent languages
your cunt is a soft bed of pills
I'll Be With You Always ... Ever Together ... Eternally Bonded ... Never Apart... Always ... in our ship yards, the raid on the coast of Dieppe was crucial
anti-production a sort of desire and intensity? nude in slow-motion ground zero Subject: Recovering From A Breakup it is irreparable...
down and roads twisted yell
may she be the horizon she deserves
loin encore... on est aussi dozens of former jihadis to decipher
why did you hurt me from beyond the swamps
he wrote me "i adore you" Je ferais mieux de partir, le nouveau mur, sang postopératoire sous-cutané d’un traumatisme direct, le risque d'être sous X - deux ans de mise à l'épreuve, nobody knew what DNA - bloodlines versus une obligation de soins psychiatriques, menaces et autres diffamations CIA agents to my hotel room in before Kabul fell like an urban legend to me. Are you sure?
For example, dissident behind indicates that of class action suit write a loveletter to globule living with pig fetishist

when i'm dead eat my body because we tried to eat your soul
let me be your occidental protégé

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