Why? - These few presidents
From the album Alopecia. ask at your house the smell of the still living human bodies and oven gas you, nothing loud two first names and an ampersand embroidered proudly on a kitchen towel you a beautiful and violent work with a thin neck of a chinese bird in a fading ancient painting and if You wait in the sky you have there in combat in the tightest kite string in a heavy storm with lightning and now these few presidents frowning in my pocket can persuade no god to me to let...
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