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rebeccalouise Dec 2011
and here we are
at the beginning.

immortal
free,
no restrictions
or boundaries
...just infinity.

we aren’t making plans,
we’re living.

we’re shaking our hair,
swaying our hips,
moving our feet,
closing our eyes,
relaxing our shoulders,
screaming at the top of our lungs
and glowing in our youth.

holding on to moments of pure bliss.

the world is our teacher and we are it’s students…

trying to figure out who we are
and praying for dear life that reality will never catch us.
Irma Cerrutti Mar 2010
Impregnate your old crock squirtin'
Papier—mâché blackball on the *****
Oglin' for upshot
And whatever frigs our orifice
Yeah Ducky **** **** it bud
Milk the meatiness in a snog stranglehold
****** all of your bazookas at once
And unclench into ventilator

I like dung and tinsel
Shandy ****** fuss
Breedin' with the puke
And the Weltanschauung that I'm in statu pupillari
Yeah Ducky **** **** it bud
Milk the meatiness in a snog stranglehold
****** all of your bazookas at once
And unclench into ventilator

Like a punctilious Zeitgeist's nincompoop
We were born, born to be unstatesmanlike
We can spirt so penetrating
I never wanna croak

Born to be unstatesmanlike
Born to be unstatesmanlike
Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2009

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