Tapety D-generation X

Atlantic

The night sky mixes with the oil, the black mass
sad
touches the wood but the great bellows suddenly silent agony as
shaken to the core.
death sails to the wind calm
the new thrill heave
whistle and before the scream is silent in the heart of the sea walls
Sorgon destroyer.

the crowd echoes Atlantic
motion of the ocean floor rises

that everything goes crazy and the cry of the wind
and dance the ancient ritual of the golden trident
angry. Serrano
their
substances in the water walls
huge and there is no heaven and there is no land where the wood lashed

crosses the marine infantry. There
pop
notice the broken tree and defeat
Ocean widens the field, his horses
recedes and the ground braking.

Wide arena dark
boundary surfaces of blacks
moves slowly waiting ships at
untrimmed.
ridges swollen
foaming sea to the sky in order
stretched to the extreme assault.

Back to the sea roaring in his revenge
into the vortex of the shell falls close,
the face of everything you draw Poseidon
exalted to the sky and the sea rises.
The crash of thunder in a thousand smoke
foams, lights, smells and twenty
and engulfs the boards and lost
mangled remains of oars and rowers neglected.

is silent then satiated
the unbridled substances hysterical
return to the dark with slow motion

blowing the bellows and there is no trace of the great sedition. Only
a wood torn vague
escorted to the oil story
to the first and only bank of earth
the bank will find it.

G: A:

Tapety D-generation X

Atlantic

The night sky mixes with the oil, the black mass
sad
touches the wood but the great bellows suddenly silent agony as
shaken to the core.
death sails to the wind calm
the new thrill heave
whistle and before the scream is silent in the heart of the sea walls
Sorgon destroyer.

the crowd echoes Atlantic
motion of the ocean floor rises

that everything goes crazy and the cry of the wind
and dance the ancient ritual of the golden trident
angry. Serrano
their
substances in the water walls
huge and there is no heaven and there is no land where the wood lashed

crosses the marine infantry. There
pop
notice the broken tree and defeat
Ocean widens the field, his horses
recedes and the ground braking.

Wide arena dark
boundary surfaces of blacks
moves slowly waiting ships at
untrimmed.
ridges swollen
foaming sea to the sky in order
stretched to the extreme assault.

Back to the sea roaring in his revenge
into the vortex of the shell falls close,
the face of everything you draw Poseidon
exalted to the sky and the sea rises.
The crash of thunder in a thousand smoke
foams, lights, smells and twenty
and engulfs the boards and lost
mangled remains of oars and rowers neglected.

is silent then satiated
the unbridled substances hysterical
return to the dark with slow motion

blowing the bellows and there is no trace of the great sedition. Only
a wood torn vague
escorted to the oil story
to the first and only bank of earth
the bank will find it.

G: A:

Tapety D-generation X

Atlantic

The night sky mixes with the oil, the black mass
sad
touches the wood but the great bellows suddenly silent agony as
shaken to the core.
death sails to the wind calm
the new thrill heave
whistle and before the scream is silent in the heart of the sea walls
Sorgon destroyer.

the crowd echoes Atlantic
motion of the ocean floor rises

that everything goes crazy and the cry of the wind
and dance the ancient ritual of the golden trident
angry. Serrano
their
substances in the water walls
huge and there is no heaven and there is no land where the wood lashed

crosses the marine infantry. There
pop
notice the broken tree and defeat
Ocean widens the field, his horses
recedes and the ground braking.

Wide arena dark
boundary surfaces of blacks
moves slowly waiting ships at
untrimmed.
ridges swollen
foaming sea to the sky in order
stretched to the extreme assault.

Back to the sea roaring in his revenge
into the vortex of the shell falls close,
the face of everything you draw Poseidon
exalted to the sky and the sea rises.
The crash of thunder in a thousand smoke
foams, lights, smells and twenty
and engulfs the boards and lost
mangled remains of oars and rowers neglected.

is silent then satiated
the unbridled substances hysterical
return to the dark with slow motion

blowing the bellows and there is no trace of the great sedition. Only
a wood torn vague
escorted to the oil story
to the first and only bank of earth
the bank will find it.

G: A:

Kates Playground Strawbeery Bikini

Best Fabbro



THE TREE
Stood Still and I Was a tree amid the wood,
Knowing the truth of things unseen before;
Of Daphne and the laurel bow And
That god-feasting couple old That Grew
elm-oak amid the wold.
'Twas not until the gods Had Been
Kindly entreated, and been brought within
Unto the hearth of their heart's home
That they might do this wonder thing;
Nathless I have been a tree amid the wood
And many a new thing understood
That was rank folly to my head before.
[ Personae -1909]


IN A STATION OF THE METRO
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
[ Lustra of Ezra Pound -1916]


COMMISION
Go, my songs, to the lonely and the unsatisfied,
Go also to the nerve wracked, go to the enslaved by convention,
Bear to them my contempt for their oppressors.
Go as a great wave of cool water,
Bear my contempt of oppressors.

Speak against unconscious oppression,
Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative,
Speak against bonds.
Go to the bourgeoise who is dying of her ennuis,
Go to the women in suburbs.
Go to the hideously wedded,
Go to them whose failure is concealed,
Go to the unluckily mated,
Go to the bought wife,
Go to the woman entailed.

Go to those who have delicate lust,
Go to those whose delicate desires are thwarted,
Go like a blight upon the dullness of the world,
Go with your edge against this,
Strengthen the subtle cords,
Bring confidence upon the algae and the tentacles of the soul.

Go in a friendly manner,
Go with an open speech.
Be eager to find new evils and new good,
Be against all forms of oppression.
Go to those who are thickened with middle age,
To those who have lost their interest.

Go to the adolescent who are smothered in family___
  Oh how hideous it is
To see three generations of one house gathered together!
It is like an old tree with shoots,
And with some branches rotted and falling.

Go out and defy opinion,
Go against this vegetable bondage of the blood.
Be against all sorts of mortmain.
[ Lustra of Ezra Pound -1916]

"Here the error and 'in cio'che and not' fact, the suspicion that he hesitate .