Bera Tremoz Poems
|42.||It'Ll Come And You Won'T Even Know It.||11/11/2005|
|46.||A Nice Hangover||11/6/2005|
|50.||Insomnia & Narcolepsy||10/27/2005|
Comments about Bera Tremoz
You don't want to eat while
You just want to drink
Cos food reminds you of
and food reminds you of
all the children
Work And Rich Babies
I said I'm a dog, I said I want to be alone,
She said I'm blind.
no dog wants to be alone in a place where
babies cry, and kick, and whine, and cry.
she advised me to try it, to lick them,
their fucking needy asses full of feces waiting
to explode in my face.
I said I'm a rebel who gets what he wants in