03.09.2009 - 20:54 Uhr

the place

the place i want to live in must be so full of magic full of dirt, piss, blood and darkness so full of deceit, light and unbearable silence it must be full of dust, smoke and goold old stains on the wall it must be full of sex, drugs and pathetic free verse peotry full of disgust, cheap vodka and empty pages so full of dreams and abandoned train stations full of violin music and children choirs so full of melancholy, grief and lightness it must be filled with vomit and filth and fields of flowers bottles of poison and broken chairs so full of hate and impressionist paintings and half-orphans so full of lost space and dignity filled with mechanical ticking and digital clocks cheap metaphors and broken windows it´s full with burning books and rusting key chains filled with pianos off-tune and photographs of revolutions it must be full of hateful preaching and heartless gods full of art knock-offs and imitations of real life it must be filled with broken shoes and wet matches poisonous liquor and infrared therapy intoxicated newspapers and vicious ghosts full of empty libraries and reality-tv filled with passed out childhood allies broken mirrors and egotistical visions i want to live the life of a poet

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