la carovana della violenza [outake no. 26]

might th wrong time
be in
these days?

       mid-twenties speakeasies
       are th rage
       w-all my friends

                          black eyes   red bread   

                                hammer bisexual martinis

                          he hammerd wooden nails

into my dreamfloor, come over draped in bloom
so we have sickles in our eyes so what

       a windmill
       a good funeral dance

                           we only lastd 35 hours dead