I V LOST MY 22 TALKIN ABOUT THEM

i’v lost,

identity.

what name,birth place,age,female,male,politics,religion,weaknesses

???????????????????

got no answer for them humanbeing

sounds nonsense to me

DEAD.AS I AM.

Mechanical are my words,

my feets are rolling as spider ones.

Can’t find the concept

How would my mind dare?

They said its a highly gift.

My cocoon is red by now..

But i can’t stand thoses pictures and voices,

when the day is come

its funny how situations

are digging ur head,

in a particular grass

dedicated to our braves fellows and bros.

Can’t stand the people flu

them whispers struggled stinks

ONE nigger metaphoria

TWO nigger metaphoria

0:00 am

it comes deeper and deeper

Here i was.

Im done with the elephant gone wild in the city

my hands and all are now made of what they do call:

space age metal

my 22 protection.By now,im free i guess.

But why still i feel bounded and painfull?Why can’t i talk?

Jumping on them parisian roofs without a scar.

I’v made of my house an insects rats and mouse’s house only them dark animals

can, quitely get this.

I mean iv talked to them.I got it.

By the way, i wished i could live down into them oceans, my place would be bigger.

My all life is an analytic code,fullmeanings sentences.

We never cried love, we taught hours

In a life that time doesnt really mean a thing.No entity in here.

Blood orange skies.

And all them insects still are making noise, by here on my seat i can

perceive the slice..

and its getting on my nerves,peaces me off,makin me feel mad

tearing away all that big skin and hair that they put on me.

they said its a gift but i know we r cursed

me and my dark animals..

When i get to much hungry im just eating some, they asked me too

then i did,actually.

Iv created in here my own village and im the queen.

and no, god isnt gonna save me for the war im leading.

Shell in pieces.

Eachy skin.

AND SO IT IS

Cockroaches gone blue, eventually.

AS KNOWN AS THE SEVENTEEN CENTURY

Un monstre de femme,

never out loud

if you really wanna hear her

get the curse

cause she s speaking underwater

if you really wanna understand her

get news s from

cause she s screaming freedom

catch her ride

you’ll be flyin in outerspace as

the moove of cottons do Weightlessness falling on earth

Can’t you see?

She ‘s free as a millon age woman

so old that if you gived her some respect

she might be in such revolve that you ll be scared of her mutant level

WELLKNOWN

how knowledge is thrilling us.

wolverine kind of ways:Forget them rha rha psychopals

She is that chick from the back of the yard

which is eating bread pieces while counting birds

wondering if you juggling your shit or what??

you seems a little disturb from her nature

don’t get to close to fire otherwise you might be able to feed her

PEACE.

find yours then.

DESERT ON A COW

Should have been riding a camel on stillettos

but «im good on my cow»

i used to answer to strangers.

Kicked off my shoes, like thousand kilometres before..

Travellin softly on her.

And, when i really get thirsty, and when she is feeling comfortable enough to feed

im just drinkin her milk:

reminds me a bit of where we are from

but im not comparing between some «happened facts»and what it is

PAST IS DEAD

Mum is too.

Mountain Serra da Gardunha already gived me her arms

i felt in it, like in mummy boo, in love.

coldness hotness hurricanes,storms

on my cow, just fearless.Clingin on for the ride!

And sometimes, it was dry enough that someone easily could make a mummy of me,

my cow’s bones as belongings on the top, and droped me in those mythics coaffins into some old temples down in Nubia.

Do i deserve that?

Ill rather be an earth’s membership dying on sand, maybe those voices will stops tchatching «eccentric» about me.

I ll left particles and bones powder.

i don’t believe in god, maybe evil got me despite myselves, but my strong energy will survive to someone and make advantage of the body or whatever its gonna be..

Learnt that from Sahara, who gave me thrill of love,thousand slaps,burst my right leg, loose my sight, made me and my cow crept, quite besought me to leave,but i fought in hundred ways,at last one little thing saved me from this hard mummy.

ONE WORD.

I wish i could share properly, but otherwise i should’t been writing to you bro’

You know how i always believed in experiences how strong is my fierce

But im just dreamin of her smile this is where trust lives to me.

Read that few words on this poor paper,three times before sleeping every day of the year and you’ll see me in some places you never imagine before..

and wait...

i think i already can see the draw off your smile.