Monday, July 10, 2006

Italian Connection

Hold it.
The cup is not yours.
Where is the bull?
Bull-shit all over.
What kind of bull you are?
The matador didn't see you.
You did not see him.
You didn't like the blue.
And you didn't like the matador.
You wanted to get rid of everything.
The red. The red. The red.
Sweating you were to see it coming.
The red.

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