the king of spain stood in my doorway
underneath a leaden sky - looks like rain
tears of all of heaven
tears of all the lies
constant and the lies
the king of france stepped my threshold
and we laughed and laughed and danced
and no chemicals were found
and no illnesses were found
only the ones the fires brought
and my uncle squatted over the flowers
and shat himself and his bull dog
pup licked his filthy anus clean
an ymaginaire blog
(Hobarts Colden Eupraxia)
nel tempo de li dei falsi e bugiardi
If someone were to say that ignorance is a lack of understanding, he is mistaken. Ignorance is the condition of being wretched and beguiled.
Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath;
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