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· the unspoken
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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-07-16 | | He felt the need to be appreciated. These walls? No can do. By people who can touch him And hold him, Pet him on the top of the head And say it’s all going to work just fine: This life Should live it To the fullest. In his throat, though…something. People, friends and family, all gathered 'round, ('round him that is), Petting him on the top of the head Saying it’s all going to work just fine, Holding him, But still In his throat…something Birthday parties His Kids His And friends and family and floors, bathrooms, sinks, soccer boots, bank accounts His, All his But still… Oh,Yeah, Right: Love, His, Wait... Whose? His And? What? And? Oh,Yeah Hers Hers? Hers. And his? Hers and his. Got it… But still… In his throat…something (Cotton balls?) Why? All this And all that And love Huh? Yeah But still… What? What? More?... But what? Speed boat, parachute, P.Anderson, Nobel prize, a country… Wait Go back one Nobel prize? Nobel prize Ok Nobel prize Hmmmm… What? More? Come on!… A gipsy ring? Yachts, Ferraris… Hmmm... Ok? Ok. But still... In his throat…something. Ah Got it, Got it Ok? Ok. Aaaaaaaaall this Aaaaaaaaall this? Ok. But… What? Ok. Ok? Fooorever Forever? Yeah, fooorever. No can do.
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