Bibliotheca Universalis

Ephemeral!

A fluorescent forest at dusk,
resonant with Bulgarian orthodox chants
in purest chrrch Slavonic!

Today is my birthday!
SOniC deCapitaTtion is Hiv Positive.
Stay pussitive!!

We wear adult diapers that we like to soil.
Politics has turned into buttplugs too big.

I ahve a busienss card from a shemale.
My wife wouldn't understand.
Golden age of the japanese salaryman
and the lucky hole is bygone.
Too late.

Allahahfuckingbarfg!
Fuck the NWO, fuck GOP, fuck the TTIP,
Ah I see you are the resistannnnce!!
Ode, ode, woe betide thee, cuntrag!

See, I ably swim through seas of information,
deftly and (w)easely wading trhough them
fuck the spelll checkaer and fcuk
the illusion of expertise too.

You can wear a hairy pussy and no on cares.
Can I haz the chemtrail abortion plz?

1488 SUck my Arian dingleberries
( did you know tomateos are considered to be
fruits, vegetables and berreis all at fucking once? )
Make up your fuckig mind, Linnaeus!

Every time I close an email with "best regards"
I am tempted to write "best retards"
Lobbying is alousy business, innit?
but is it necessary?

Beber até morrer é a soluçao?

Rabbis and mullahs masturbate too, or so I am told.

Minimal Samba
Industrial flamenco
Cock-Rock and grindcore!

Late capitalism urbanism.
Pollution,
Night lights.
Artificlal silk.
Undisclosed locations.
Nondescript hotels.
tits with bruises
bkack glasses even inside bars at night.
See, I am an artis,
Eat sushi wiht a forceps
they were building sckyscrapers like crazy
back in the day
mirrors with hair greaase
moan fake
stone gods, sour, priestly and forgotten
wathc us in our selfish folly
for them it is just a moment in eternity
price of apartments keeps rising on and on
inflation is the silent tax,
death by a thousand cuts, inflation is,
sure thing,boyo, bozo
, whatever
thelepehone riningn
the clothes are wrinkling on that chair
nicotine smell in the last train to the suburban morrtgage
dial 1-800-CUMLOUD
cant take this shit anymoer

a beautiful girl did not make use of her grant for college
Pepsi in ass for cam is what we get in exhcange

TOMORROW IS A NEW DAY!
usiness suits fashions change too, just more sublty
fat bitches listen to american AOR and soft metal
long skirts to hide horrible legs

lucky strike ciggies!
yea tell me all about it

I want my lfe to shine like a salt desert
put that motivational quote on a poster infront
of your soon-to-be-outsourced deks

who would not want god to rim theirs ass on a lonely
Sunday on the City? gosh, even the pubs are clossed

Good morning, my memories, lost on a cuppa.
I believe in the fixed gaze of the hunter.
Intent.
Sold my eyes avert to the early morning
from an unriipe age, my favourite time
was then the townhall lorries try to wash away
the human filth from streets with hoses
before the guys who bring fruits and stuff to markets
and restauratns kick in.then I want to forget all about it
till its time t o consume gourmet food at night.
what happens in between is of no concerrn t ome.

... oh and the aged left abandoned! what bout them!?
Thye all fall on me. Demented,

google maps is wrong, their streets and their fears
their poison liqours, slow in the making,
uneven silence
other people´s mouth look appetizing
it´s the chanting, idiot!

Oracles, it´s oracles all the way down
flee from yesterday
but then, who has 5 minutes?!?!
flee from the future and refuse the present
then what!
This is urgent, come on, pay attention.

We expect some sort of light to come in
and intercede. Therefore


My forefathers were not so great. Mad most likely.

Charon asks for my old coins, u dig bitcoins bitch?
from corner to corner.
My humble branches, you will never notice them
nbudding as they are now in spring.

Maybe all that is real, is imagined.
Walls smell like burnt flesh when there's no one home.
it is only then they can get some slakc
The difference between
when knowing your shit, and knowing you're shit.
Sterile spit.

Dejate de dramatismos, maricón.

APE!

WHen I come out to throw the garbate
I am tempted to throw myself into the dumpster
and leave the grabage bag to make it back home
and sit on my sofa, lord it,
grab a beer and wathc tv,
or make free use of my books. Maybe sooil them.

The moon some days is a subtle sickle.

...

this is to be continued
if I ever make it back