Παρασκευή 16 Ιανουαρίου 2015

Incest






In our blood flows pure incest.
 Teratogenesis
 
Βreeds of guilt.
We bitter the bread we eat
  We mourn compulsively our feet.
We build our births with mud.

I do not regret that I ate the Apple.
I will not rip my eyes of
Neither will  i swallow fire
Unforgivable i will remain.
i will go out for a smoke.
i will cook some soupe
i will fuck.

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