the spaniards have a name for it:
kalimotxo (Kali muchas gracias),
and the poles too, although without
the coca cola... muzgotrzep (shake the brain),
and it stinks of sulphur to say the least;
then there were ones daring enough
to drink in the realm of denaturat,
purple liquid; i'm not saying anything else:
apart from: they used to get rid of the pigment
diluting it through a slice of sour-crust bread,
not quiet the part where you start drinking
perfumes for the alcohol content,
but you know, desperation is desperation;
and the way english people write about
alcoholism with that stupendous anarchy of
concerns... it's the everyday reality of slavs,
the heat that keeps you agile in Siberia,
it's not the psychoactive potential of the thing,
it's the metabolic warmth of it;
i know i'm not in Siberia... but all the people
around me are so cold, i have to fuse with
the **** thing, and warm things up.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 7:58 AM UTC
the spaniards have a name for it:
kalimotxo (Kali muchas gracias),
and the poles too, although without
the coca cola... muzgotrzep (shake the brain),
and it stinks of sulphur to say the least;
then there were ones daring enough
to drink in the realm of denaturat,
purple liquid; i'm not saying anything else:
apart from: they used to get rid of the pigment
diluting it through a slice of sour-crust bread,
not quiet the part where you start drinking
perfumes for the alcohol content,
but you know, desperation is desperation;
and the way english people write about
alcoholism with that stupendous anarchy of
concerns... it's the everyday reality of slavs,
the heat that keeps you agile in Siberia,
it's not the psychoactive potential of the thing,
it's the metabolic warmth of it;
i know i'm not in Siberia... but all the people
around me are so cold, i have to fuse with
the **** thing, and warm things up.