tai šveskime ir toliau idijotus ir svaikim nuo poezijos kurios net autoriai nesupranta. visiems snobams šaukim ura

Lucie told me
pleasantly grim should be the name of your biography

he placed his hands around my neck and said
my lover dearest how would you like to die
anticlockwise I said
and with this fall to the abyss
I suddenly discovered
that i don't want to prostitute myself for happiness
to truly be - is to suffer.