Do not read this if you understand English. This is defenetly not in English. If you do, you will laugh at me. If you don't, I will laugh at you!
1: the crying sailorduck
I offered her art cereals, the sometimes ones in the whole sea
The ocean, dark brother deep hole water,
Drown deep into her smilin'celibate red eye, mocked in her huggin'sharked face, laughing at me:
Poor sailorduck!
Quacking at her as her father,
Diving, drunking in her glass of salt and grass
Pickin'up her teeth, her bites, loss an'all above the whitin'frozen glass.
She gave her skin to me, an'all these barking teeth, and these ugly guts;
While I was sad a mile away from her, as well as it work awake
Gave it all away from me, to me when I was different,
When I thought I was worse, when I wished I was now
Quacking at her in darkness, quacking to myself, quacking for nothing.
2: Waterface
I'd better dream water skeletons,
And plenty of Gods.
And blah blah.
1: the crying sailorduck
I offered her art cereals, the sometimes ones in the whole sea
The ocean, dark brother deep hole water,
Drown deep into her smilin'celibate red eye, mocked in her huggin'sharked face, laughing at me:
Poor sailorduck!
Quacking at her as her father,
Diving, drunking in her glass of salt and grass
Pickin'up her teeth, her bites, loss an'all above the whitin'frozen glass.
She gave her skin to me, an'all these barking teeth, and these ugly guts;
While I was sad a mile away from her, as well as it work awake
Gave it all away from me, to me when I was different,
When I thought I was worse, when I wished I was now
Quacking at her in darkness, quacking to myself, quacking for nothing.
2: Waterface
I'd better dream water skeletons,
And plenty of Gods.
And blah blah.
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| Nouilles |
