"everything is different at the other side of the river."
you wake up. morning stroll to the Monarch cake shop to get my fix.
250 gr. of legacy. It's all about the one-hundred year old recibe of the
Kughelhouf. Coffee is a hit; old expresso machines and fine baristas. My good place for a word or two; if sparing of time. Ciggaretes. Coffee and Ciggarettes. But there are rarely any places left to have some coffee on the lot with out some body builder hacking you off.
see we live at night
we are the ones pouring your drinks on your late night stroll to the graveyard
yeah' that's the one - with all the dead-girls and walking zombies
we are the ones who scrape your dishes
we mop your toilets; we open the door to sit you in your favorite resto
we all now each other. some from "bigmouth", others from "le roche".
there's just no end to this.
can my violence conquer yours; that's what it all comes down to.
god loves violence; why else would there be so much of it. or your gonna tell me god wanted all of this consistent conflict in human life. the no violence is anti natural to men.
[2010]
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