Today, I understand the taste of bitter, I will flee Paris, Paris breaststroke solitudes with both hands, empty hands and eyes off, From then, let the glitz, the weary human nothingness, like a huge pyramid that grinds the grain, I advance, I swallow the road and the time I spit, one step back worth less, fallback position, Parisian tango, one dances with her, our beloved Eiffel Tower, and small lights on time and under the earth a great snake, each in its own bubble of water, Miss Dior Cacharel, sold in the big ass well dilated, the distinction of vulgar art of eating, suck me good my work and I'll fuck my soul deep well, hey sexy lady you're so happy you SEEM, I come to you Chow happiness and anxiety keeps you in your new frivolous and misguided, you got a short skirt and perfect breasts, the whore of the bourgeois is me, Passy me shit on it, and I ask, thank you Capital I give you my life, the Messiah is Thomas, or Michael, or Vincent, the good word and good language and swallowing the host it will do you good, and I piss champagne in the face of all this, the head of anyone who did this to me, Let's slide Lili, the slippery slope and with you, be content with little to boast about anything, I love you Paris, The Shy sun shines, The dildo sparkling in the sky, across the light, because black is dirty, the cache misery, just bite the carrot, thee hast thought, hey, great defeat, it is better to lose than to win with style because you surrender, run away, away, Agathe, before making part, to preserve the innocence veni vidi Conchie I will, thank you for the ride ... See ya.
Well, beware of fatigue and anguish night, viva la vida, too bad I do not like this new role ... There are beautiful people in all this: D
