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Thursday, May 25, 2006

10 August

'i've perceive my mother's corpse about two days
as a new object in the house
i've been turned around it but not touch it until
after another two days
even though, i've seen of my own busyness...
the pain extended gradually
since i haven't eat no more her soups,
since i haven't no more money for expensive cigaretts,
slayer and faith no more tapes;
since there was nobody to resolve my problems at school...
i've smashed my head on the walls, seriously,
in some self-made pen circles, i've been drinkin' wine a lot.

the walls busyness doesn't happen' anymore,
the prints can be observed, the circles of my revolution.'


- to be continued, if will be demands for it -
Robert Duvnic
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