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· Dan Coman and Serban Axinte, Sunday, Novemeber 23rd, 2008 at Deko’s Literary Circle
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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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| look at him how he’s stuffing wild strawberries in the salt cellar and the jam in the ballet dancer’s goloches from the bar I care today as much as two spins made by the hoop skirt a turkey-leather toe cap lined with basan and one hundred grams of pâté de foie gras taken from twelve obedient geese thrown in the arena I’m leaving him these fetiches aren’t good for you, you know where do you think you are the gladiator comes up holding the napkin on his arm how disgusted the pheromones, my lady the man over there is inviting you to a free tomography and a boat ride on the pond in front of the paid parlour among water lilies and a swan suffering from jaundice I’m taken, she tells him to be sliced already but I’ll have a small tomo only after about one hundred grams of pâté de foie gras look at me tomo, baby and make me a drawing on this ticket so that I could see where it’s coming from you’re saying, you didn’t know what to do to answer, to explain I pitied you I swore, the hell with me, scolding nagging bad-tempered woman here you have purple uttered one hundred grams of pâté de foie gras
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