Sunday, January 22, 2006


Fuck the poets of the past, my friends.
There are no beautifull suicides
just cold corpses with shit in their pants,
and the end of gifts.

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Blogger said...

that's the best one i've seen on there. fuckin love it.

9:41 AM  
Blogger Amaya said...

I would love to know the author of those brilliant lines.

7:01 PM  

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