NOS REINOS DE SANCHO PANÇA-Onde Quixote vê Bizarros, Sancho vê Gigantes-Da POLítica Honesta -vota tiririca pior do que tá não fica

vota tiririca pior do que tá não fica
o que é que faz deputado federal
na realidade não sei o que faz deputado federal
mas vota em mim que eu te conto

votar em cavaco, quem vota em pau é...
muito melhor político tem o brasil

super-deputado a são-bento
ele diz que vai ajudar a família

eta...político honesto esse

NOS REINOS DE SANCHO PANÇA - A DECOMPOSIÇÃO NAS PALAVRAS

DECOMPOSIÇÃO NAS PALAVRAS
1ºGrau de decomposição
DECOMPOSIÇÃO POLÌTICA - DE PUTA DO.....

A BEM DA DECOMPOSIÇÃO NACIONAL

E que a lama trema,
em decomposição permanente,
danado seja , demente,
o teu país, num poema!







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In the immortal words of Jean Paul Sartre, 'Au revoir, gopher'
HUG'S For everybody

People ANd dogs



the MORONIC VUE is THE DEVIL RIGHT HAND

VIRTUAL ENEMIES AMONG US

All violent moments between the buried and me

Please someone do one for Monty Python Bruces' Philosophers Song

The Demon Pope-So you won't sell me your soul?

So you won't sell me your soul?" said the devil.

"Thank you," replied the student, "I had rather keep it myself, if it's all
the same to you."

"But it's not all the same to me. I want it very particularly. Come, I'll
be liberal. I said twenty years. You can have thirty."

The student shook his head.

"Forty!"

Another shake.

"Fifty!"

As before.

"Now," said the devil, "I know I'm going to do a foolish thing, but I
cannot bear to see a clever, spirited young man throw himself away.
I'll make you another kind of offer.
We won't have any bargain at present, but I
will push you on in the world for the next forty years. This day forty
years I come back and ask you for a boon; not your soul, mind, or anything
not perfectly in your power to grant.
If you give it, we are quits; if not,
I fly away with you. What say you to this?"

Prussian Shuffle - Hyperviolet Side.

Usus est magister optimus :)

Screaming At The Wailing Wall

the wall is down but is up in all minds 


There's a blue light coming through the windowpane
A blue light that calls my name
I can hear the sirens' whispering wails
Behind the smiling fluorescence
There's a blue light and it knows where I lay
And it creeps through the cracks and the holes
And it spreads like a carpet of souls
Right under my door.
There's a blue light dripping down on me when I'm sleeping
A blue light that tastes like the sandstorms of the South in the pigland
Spain will be the next and Berlusconi in suite


I can smell iron on the bedsheets -and something else
And there's a hum coming from the chimney.
There's a blue light and it knows my secret name
It flows with my breath and blankets my heart
It is cold like the wastelands up North
And it's tight like tongues intersecting
For the very first time.


There's a blue light in my shadow at night
A blue light that scares the stray dogs away
The lamplights turn cobalt when I blink
I don't know how I know
And the sidewalk ahead is always empty.
It blends with the water I thirst for
It seasons the food when I starve
It flavours the smile when I'm weeping
And yet whispers it loves me.
There's a heavy blue light on the back of my neck
A Prussian Blue light that smells of stale almonds
And it hugs me so tight, it drowns me so sweet
That my screams only come out as moans.
There's a blue light right behind my eyes
That turns black when I play with my veins
And it claims me, for better, for worse
A blue light that riddles the Endtimes
And spreads wide the Sphinx of its sex.


There's a blue light at the rim of the trigger
And it heaves the merciful barrel away
Sometimes it sounds like laughter
Sometimes it sounds like despair
And once upon a time
-I don't know how I know-
Anywhere but here
It used to be both
Where Europa goes? It's Going Down