Das Lied der Gegenteile
A couple of French flew to the moon
to lost two
two lost too
It's quiet here, not like there. The rabbits squirrel,
the squirrels stritch, and birds slurl and slythe.
and i'm not sure what a stritch is but
yo ucan be damn sure it happens in dark corners of night away from the registers of real
une objet
It's not unlike Khartoum in photographic negative.
It should be positive, the inverse of all that negation and space.
But the air's thick--at times unforgiving, unreal.
The animals use tinctures and remedies.
Men are left with little other than fighting,
fucking and booze.
vous sommes de morts en permission. et les arbores???
to lost two
two lost too
It's quiet here, not like there. The rabbits squirrel,
the squirrels stritch, and birds slurl and slythe.
and i'm not sure what a stritch is but
yo ucan be damn sure it happens in dark corners of night away from the registers of real
une objet
It's not unlike Khartoum in photographic negative.
It should be positive, the inverse of all that negation and space.
But the air's thick--at times unforgiving, unreal.
The animals use tinctures and remedies.
Men are left with little other than fighting,
fucking and booze.
vous sommes de morts en permission. et les arbores???