Бромберг. Автор
собрать в одно место кроч, заеблась искать по твиттеру

My boyfriend when tired'n'sick
knocked out three boards with his dick
that is how the soviet power
grows with every passing hour

down the river drifts an axe
from the town of Byron
let it float by itself
fucking piece of iron

Fish in thick tomato sauce
swims in happy comatose
only me, pathetic whimp
have no fucking place to swim


with the penguin fell in love
not the whole, but only half
lower half, to speak precisely
which is sheen and moves so nicely



(c) Ладно, я Арчет

там есть еще, но я запомнила эти

@темы: структуральнейший лингвист