usiku nim chana

 Aus meinen Armen die Magnetische Berge
 wachsen, aber Yoga verwandelt sie in Suppe.

nations don't need to be nationalized

              der Marxist frisst Marx,

 Arx verschlingt den Marxismus,

Ismus schließlich schluckt den Isten

Our Sea is just another Lemon Tree

  A twosome of m

  idnight beer cans

  isn't so much kra

  utrock as a blood

  y blues it is.

Non ho

nessuno

con cui

bere,

Nonna.

People's Reburpic of Ukradesh

        Too few Joes are Pass,

            too many are

            Bidens and Rogans.

 

                                                        Menschen und Bäume                            

                                                                              sind eins:                              

                                                         beide hören die Oper                             

                                                         von Anfang bis Ende                             

One Less Duesday

      il Male personale
               non è così
       personale

People are forced

to dwell in             

failed states only. 

Prunedreams, Breadmares

 Cezve on Charles,

 cup on Tolstoy;

 latter's not Leo,

 former's not Chaplin.

               niente si ripete mai;

        niente ripete altro niente

seelencreme

       Who plays the asocial role of "father"?

i Giorni in termini            

di Gimnosperme                 

Call Dr. Oknockitoff!

What would have happened to alchemists if Hermes had loved coffee?

                    Nulla         dies

                     sina     linea

                       [to edit]

AltoDschungelRuf

        Don't use glass cleaner

                                            to

        make clearer the Time

Musen Atem riecht nach Kaffee   

Sade kuuntele Sadetta

Épitaphe;      

il éprouvaite un    

bathyscaphe..  

        

    Human balzacs have black veins,

    and those are strictly for coffee;

            do not spill blood in them!

Fräulein Stillegroße!

Moon leads me to the Tree,

which casts Her shade..!

Signore Chicicorre

Чим я не квітка на роду могилі?

Do worlds lose rhymes?

Lunedino Calmon

Зайві не коми;

крапки.

 

Bill Laswell, Caffè Tardivo, Auringon Lapset

Tanssitaan!

GrandMa prefers snakes to dinosaurs;

after good cup of coffee

with dark chocolate

 

Politics is infantine poetry.

 

жовтень, не жовтий - скінчився

Чашка кави, Пушкін-профіль,

фортеп'яна гра - Бетховен..

 

 

First step in creation is

to remove canvas

from the wall.

Kuunteleeko Hän?

At Tuesday dusk i survived

choking on a spoonful of coffee

with a spoonful of cacao;

thus i survived Tuesday dusk.

Off the yellow leaf

she flies again,

saved by a man

in wet blue socks..!

Sette Cipolle e Baguette

Saturday Night Dream,

directed and produced

by Donald Glover

Дунув кави - дуй зах хлібом;

хліба взяв, заварюй каву.

 

who got wet?

Essence of mine is an Egg,

it can be mailed to treat Her.

Shoes get wet faster than..lips.

What a Throughsday!

 

 

Birds..boom!..sing..bang!..Thurs..boom!..day..bang!

Strings can swing.

 

GD & B1, meine Seele

Geh, füttere Deie katzen, Herr Laufendattel!

 

Ensin kahvi, siiten viini.