[D-G] Balasan: perfumes of flower

bart twains south_asia_data_flow at yahoo.com.my
Sun Nov 27 14:36:50 PST 2005

you never mind your own fart was saying Catherine to David and Elly
  and we are farts and we speak to Bart Twains
  You never know who you assassinate when you fart a lovers smells invades you slowly
  to the west of the world
  a breeze magnitudes the rack hazel shit
  freaky tah slang tunes
  mysterious rhymes
  fixing and Catherine turned blushed when I pooed in my pants
  but I advanced towards her some clusters of my anus
  and she shrieked in admiration
  yet turned absentminded towards her lover and offered him some parts of her own shit which she had discovered with her own butter fingers
  scratching rumaging with fingers inside her ass
  and in Brooklyn the train started and we all went sick
  and diarrheas vapours invaded the West
  and negative smells of flowers masterized the Signifiant
  the Universal Beauty of brown anus falling particle of poo
  lost in the the train stops
  I move towards Catherine and she hates my smell of poo, she likes her own fart
  and some passengers are smelling our poo with nostril full of dirt
  and they fart and sneeze and use tissues to scratch their asses and dry themselves
  when the train starts moving again stripping the Kingdom of Shite
  and we shy in it.

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