Love Muscle thingy: Part 7: "...This side of Berlin."
Girl? I just burnt my finger on a Gauloisse cigarette. My nails smell like coffee.
I have NO place - as usual - to go: HOT SAUCE! -don't ya know it!?
And HELLO!? - now? Who amongst God's Angels - if I cried out? - would
hear me in Heaven.com.?
...I can do more-less, though, less-more, than I can do.
Girl? German? Blonde, cropped, tee-shirt, shorts, legs "in infanatum", smart Car, but mostly, bycycle? Passion? But where do we go from here?
On a Bycycle?
The Autobahn?...
This side of Berlin: HOT SAUCE! If you marry me, where will we go? Where do we belong?
And that Bycycle thing?
CHECKPOINT CHARLIE?
She's got a job (whatever), she's got a DOG (What's YOUR function?) "WOOF!-WOOF!"
...Never trust a woman on a bycyle; leastways, not on the Autobahn.
The WALL (the Berlin one) came down. I used to throw ROCKS across it! I sprayed-painted my Name and a dozen infamities/graffitti boog-a-loo!
Maybe HER name showed up, too, by way of Freudian slip?
How do we deal with LOVE, now, today?
-Same as Yesterday, my Sweet....
I just burnt my hand on a smouldering Gualloise. My nails samell like coffee. And I have NO place - as you know - to go; don't you know?
Nothing's changed; for the meek & mighty, the smart & dumb, the blessed and disturbed, the Free & Gone; and those satiated; those who STILL go hungry: - on THIS side of Berlin.
c 2012/davedelacroix/Piaqcenza/italia/I need £20, yesterday in legal currency.
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