YOU WANT
TO UNDERSTAND MY LANGUAGE? YOU WANT TO FEEL THE WAY I DO? READ MY LIPS:
I AM A REBELL-BILLIONAIRE
I KISS YOUR ASS WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT
PLEASED TO MEET YOU
HOPE YOU GUESS MY NAME
CAROLINA CORTESE IS REBELLIONAIRE
DARLING NIKKI
I TRADE A RAINDROP FOR A SNOWFLAKE MAKE THE MOIST STOP GIMME FLASHING WHITE THAT I CAN TAKE MAKE THE CLOUD BREAK AND LAND ON MY EYELAKE A HUG THAT YOU DON T HAVE TO FAKE MIGHT INITIATE THIS WARMTH TO AWAKE THE VERY WARMTH THAT CANNOT BE BAKED BUT DESTROYES THOUGHTS IN THE SHADE OF OPAQUE - ABANDONING THE DRIVE TO FORSAKE. IS THIS SOMETHING YOU CAN TAKE ?
ACHEAOIDE
at the train station of eastern boundaries, people run to, blokes and their ladies. they run run, into the sun sun.the sun resembles to old beer, provoking girls to cheer, when an old mate might shed a tear, after dropping their so called solid gear. so it is the "sun", and wrinkled oranges, it is all done, with mosaiic deers over benches. don t try to step on the blanque zapatos, go away with these ultra - stilettos, in the midst of the night, human and dancers anthropomorphized there among others, a smile so bright keeping senses mesmerized the young folks all chit chatting, about shit they re remembering not lying actually, just bringin truth in a dark alley and there are the bellas, with their jimmy choos, the homeboi - fellas and the mista me too´s. chit chat - fit and phat. can we go haia? my eyes burn like fire. can we go rob a bakery? just need a little carb, baby. haia and ham ham. vanity empire ´n bois d´argent. happiness to hire. bucky done gone.
AOIDE, SELFPORTRAIT
She took me to her castle And I just couldn't believe my eyes She had so many devices Everything that money could buy She said sign your name on the dotted line The lights went out And Nikki started to grind The castle started spinning Or maybe it was my brain I can't tell you what she did to me But my body will never be the same Her lovin' will kick your behind Oh, she'll show you no mercy But she'll sho'nuff sho'nuff show you how to grind
PHILOMELA, AOIDE SHOT BY PHILOMELA, LIPSTICK CHANEL RED N°5
so once more she missed him, not in the way of scarcity, once more she missed him, in the sense of time velocity. so she runs runs runs across the city, collecting puns, crowns, guns. the city is deep, englufing her, the city - it owns her meat, massaging heR. but when she finds herself back within her own walls, away from the glitterati dolls, she once more misses him, sippping rough gin. for the time to overcome until she pauses to run.
AOIDE, SELFPORTRAIT, SHIRT COMPTOIR DE COTONNIERS
gesehen geschehen genommen genossen vergossen verflossen verblüfft she comes and then she goes unverhüllt und unbedarft abgesehen und sattgesehen don't ask her why she needs to be so freE she's gonna tell you it's the only way to be oh oh oh ah ah ah verlieben lieben entliebeN liebelernen sterne erben oh oh oh ah ah ah she would never say where she came from yesterday doesn't matter because it's gone
PHILOMELA
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