And I ask you a slogan. And I'll simpers a man responsible.
" I learned everything," he said, " and I will return quietly. You see how I changed ?
" I progressed although I still have a stomach ache from lack of love you are showing me, know that I am drawn to the heart .
Being human, he wiped vomit between a hated past.
He poses and questions.
It reviews.
Caught trap of his words, he sails in the wind, protecting broadsides.
He exerted to persuade and circumvent us, assisted by the representative of a press dead.
Area, we sleep. It spectatise, we play to make.
He talks about employment as we do penance.
Cape always right there in his scull pre-coded square.
In truth, the obvious social, it will not go: solidarity and justice will eventually rust in the holds of the steamer.
A beautiful spring day, a prisoner of his flatulence, it will explode.
Swept by the whirlwinds of his organ to pets.
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, "the organ farts". Gilles Barbier.
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