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i love that word... luftwaffe... like faking, or waving, it just sounds nice...    to say it: say it and it almost sounds like khaki, or mustard, or blitzkreig...    there... i said it... amphetamines...     what the luftwaffe used to bomb england....           shitty-scarring... grand oratory of zeppelins... mustard brown... or... how you're so unusual... how we need you and gravity... then the pebble, thrown, shoe-wangle! totters, she-bangs! tanks in moscow, and that's when i call you my love... you call it anything else i'm deaf tone nuke... you ridicule this: you ridicule the entire world! all i ever wanted was to love! all i ever wanted was to love, how i was robbed... and later mistaken... thus the undermining, the hammer and Monte Casino, and Casablanca... and oh what else i dread... with the tooth, with the bone, with grit and with the awaiting nag to be sown... there comes a time, when we all say die... while i sing, and they later say rot rather than root... and then we were bound to synchronise appualse... to later only clap... of the dead that speak for the dead: i walk up to a mirror, and simply say to the reflection: i don't know you! my reflection thus replies: neither i, and the world; cares about you twice; forgive me making a mention.
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Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 10:00 PM UTC
luftwaffe / oratory of zeppelins
i love that word... luftwaffe... like faking, or waving, it just sounds nice...    to say it: say it and it almost sounds like khaki, or mustard, or blitzkreig...    there... i said it... amphetamines...     what the luftwaffe used to bomb england....           shitty-scarring... grand oratory of zeppelins... mustard brown... or... how you're so unusual... how we need you and gravity... then the pebble, thrown, shoe-wangle! totters, she-bangs! tanks in moscow, and that's when i call you my love... you call it anything else i'm deaf tone nuke... you ridicule this: you ridicule the entire world! all i ever wanted was to love! all i ever wanted was to love, how i was robbed... and later mistaken... thus the undermining, the hammer and Monte Casino, and Casablanca... and oh what else i dread... with the tooth, with the bone, with grit and with the awaiting nag to be sown... there comes a time, when we all say die... while i sing, and they later say rot rather than root... and then we were bound to synchronise appualse... to later only clap... of the dead that speak for the dead: i walk up to a mirror, and simply say to the reflection: i don't know you! my reflection thus replies: neither i, and the world; cares about you twice; forgive me making a mention.
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Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 10:00 PM UTC
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