CHAPTER III
PUNK IS DEAD, AND YOUR SISTER!
Lie earth temperature ... Cosmik a letter of Galata (remember: "CG") to all the pros ... it went well, monanamoure? futututré a dream (oh Kurt, I love you has !) that I did not even hope to live again in the blue smoke and the smell of shroud. And I imagine Cosy Funny Tutti take the mike, enjoy ... And I'm tired ... And I drink a large glass of red wine in the lights manipulated ... Switch on / off ... Erexion Annexation ... Name of an object?
Chapter yellow : Sitting on a cane chair, dilapidated Cosmik Galata smoking a little while listening to the adventures of the truck in Junction City, Kansas. The sky was fairly blue. The smoke made him cough grass, then he scratched his cheek. Cosmik Galata eyes glistened, "Chance puts my life in danger. I really want to do nothing at all."
An announcement of the death ... Sheets sewn, assembled countless stained panties ... (Cosmik Galata ontological nose band) (O Kurt, I love you).
The drama takes place only when the curtain fell. Inventions ternary half meditated nights (rat / hell). And yesterday, I made a last attempt, you will look up this saltpetre with empty heart there must be lots of words that gloupent my throat and never stop a crowd of my throat after my hand and eat what a little soft soap have long dipped into the bowl and chew molding in hair sprayed with dirty water in carbonaceous grains and cement in place to speak ... can only spit snot blocks on the ground and gradually blue-Trakl laden with high dreams fucking a huge garage remember the smoke before the yellow glow of the lamp life and gross mixed every moment. ..
Here & Now begins the next issue of major weekly newspaper: "DEMAINONRASERAGRATIS" burns destroy
wrest pigs shitting sulfur plant plague Death Factory driven into the crowd in the palm of bloody fetal kidney Trakl crying doll blue stuck in chest lightning bitter wind and cold ripping anus of the earth on a tricolor with a miracle of stars (O starscrewer , I love you) and an old Jewish caucasian very nice with very good French using the adjective ridiculous to describe the price of fucking Galataseray Istanbul. Karadeniz! Karadeniz! It
a night of beer and orange cg can not sleep this stuffing pickaxe handle in a straight distended "chief of staff" ... This is much better than to say no. "Nothing is planned, everything is permitted." In technical pens, everything is planned, nothing is permitted. Open! Polyp!
The broken roof of the house lets in the sun. Children enjoy and Madame Venus Pudding Shop recites the sacred texts with tremors affected in the throat ...
These sounds heard, it will be too late but you realize it already. Scared to miss is the beginning of hunger for you administering villains. These things make you laugh: Allow manure to children if not can devour at full snouts, cowboys make you smile. Leprosy atomic crawling out of nursing homes. Lustral water pump and we say yes to these big rotten ass of territorial developers mentally: shit centralist carrion or scribbling, laughing sulfur in the clouds with her.
will explode. OK, that must end.
"Punk is dead, and your sister!" was published in summer 1981 in the journal SPHINX , No. 12/13 (June P. and J. Mounier, ed.)
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