Treasure Island

Atef Ayadi


le corPS de son core


have been

educated
zoo ol ogie


observe and only

je and gee....

elle a dans son
corps

une certain


geologie


loqique et logement et logie
trops serre'

ici et

vasy la bas, , , , vas y


son core

pardon
ol la la

son corps


une cave

un core

haute

qui va

re froidir
et
puis

explose'

zea zee zi ze

ah ha ha

zi zey ze....


moi un
aventurier des caves

des chambre
haut pression


hau
ho

yo yo

tu es venu tu
doits toucher......

je m'en fiche
que tu ma la flamme
dand mon core
more flamme
dans ton corps

i am ho ho with that! !






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Submitted: Sunday, January 10, 2010
Edited: Sunday, January 10, 2010

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