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· Dan Coman and Serban Axinte, Sunday, Novemeber 23rd, 2008 at Dekos Literary Circle
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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2007-12-16 | | Ideodynamics Of A Sugar Daddy! strange things may happen to a man in the evening of life; dim light may affect his vision and he's prone to falling in a ditch, or get stuck in the crevice of a cave; a prisoner of age that poor soul is, waiting for death; no visitors come to see him, nobody is ready to listen to his tall talk; if a Lotus in bud happens to see him, she immediately sinks beneath the swamp, as if she had seen a dare devil! Roses see him as a famished thorn, a patch of earth shrunken with drought; a used un-serviceable toy that's lost it's charm; a pet no more playful, no more lovable; A horse no more fit to run the race with a fast-footed filly; his bones become rigid but his flesh gone loose; poor soul of a man, how could you understand as your heart still lives in the days of twilight, you still yearn for the rainbows and reeds, you still look for small niches to hide your head in; tired sweating mares don't interest you much, for they gallop not as good as fillies but viola ! you don't care you limp! What should I call it, stupidity, or serendipity? No, it's none of these both, I can note from your trembling frame the sensuous smoke of lust rising; you have the right to live as you want but please keep your stench off others; you are old enough to be worshiped but worned out too much to be loved It's the destiny of old things whose days of life have lost their suns, whose lives' evening is heading towards dark; and god knows when you get completely absorbed by darkness and get lost in the thicket of night; rather than be old and wise, be wise and old, ask no more of neat wine or raw steaks as your guts may not sustain them at all; just hold your stick and keep dreaming, day dreaming, star-gazing, until you find the chance to dip your head in a swamp, and you are choked to orgasmic death That's good for you, for your ideodynamics!
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