Bohemian hats through random k's doors

Bohemian hats through random k's doors

A Poem by DOMI'
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surrealist poem

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Bohemians hats through randoms K door's holes.

It's not a monolologogue,

It's more about having a dialologogue.

When can we have a dialologue about the monolologue?

The room with the most character in the house

Contains the person with the least character.

Quantum theory,

This person is scared!

I am scared for for this person.

Pepperoni and dough,

Dough and pepperoni,

Comes around again.

Awake,

The gravitation hole is in my ruined rolled bed.

My cranium is a drum,

Hit it with your stick of authority

It's a clock orange or an orange in the clock?

Spectrum!

Strange brew,

Tomorrow comes today,

That's history.

Fun house for us and them,

Exit music for a top hat.

Chocolate factory,

You are a strange leader,

Is there an orange inside of you?

F**k, what's happening here???

aaaaaHHHHaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!

Mono dad,

The cat in the rolled hat takes picture of a writing in a photograph.

I need more cialda,

There are some kind of dolls in the music tube,

Their faces are not a pretty place to sit on.

The black hole oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooooooooOOOOOOOHHHHHooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!

Have you ever bedded a boat?

That's a bruise,

I am in bruge that's in Belgium.

I am the hat in the hat

nnnnndeeeeeiinnnndddddaaaavvvveeeeee said "come on, let me spit in your mouth while i look at you!

Press play,

It's about there,

It's my pointy stick!

Digiridu!

i i i i i i i dig i ri uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu eranuuuuuuuuuu

Cialda exxxxxcuse meeeeeeeeeeee, Cialda!

I am a dada in a panda,

I will come out in a minute,

He has got a big mouth in his eyes.

Are you wearing a pony tail in your nose?

She doesn't like minty mint!

mingeita mingiuuuuta

I do math no deals!

I better be cAREFUL,

No one without anything it will never and ever burn to my fingers.

The angels never die.

I pile music,

I brought you a pile of music,

A pile of music.

Instead of r e v e n g e,

I spell reavenge with knife and fork in the back of your eyes.

I hit you in the back of your knees, you go down,

Like a dead fly in your eyes,

I am turkish delight on your dancefloor.

I left my uccello in a bordello,

Gipsy philistine queen of the dancers,

Uccellini,

Uccellacci,

Cheap kamasutra.

Gipsy lipsy frenesia,

You are talking out of your a*s!

I am the human fire exstinguisheererersssessseessssss

Lots of esse all together looks like ducks.

Quack offfff!

Open the wine,

I do not like ignorance.

I want to see inside your pants,

hahhahhHHHAHAHHAHHhahhahahhHHHahhAahhah!!!!!!

LET ME TRUTH!

Quantum motion waves and clooouuuudddddsssss!

Culo and lions.

Tits and tigers.

You find me in a field at the end of the field.

Don't laugh at facts,

Just love the cialda.

I got more words than a woman got shoes.

Ash won't kill me because I am ash.

Ash is Ash.

S**t b*****s are s**t b*****s,

Nothing desappears,

All changes and transforms.

What is now can't be forever?

What is for ever if ever can't never be!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The science of sleep in 10 years time!

 

© 2008 DOMI'


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DOMI'
DOMI'

Leeds - Napoli - Mantova, United Kingdom



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Domenico Barra, better known as Dom�, is an Italian artist, poet and singer. He was born on the 9th September 1982 in the ancient Greek town of Neapolis know today as Napoli. It was a sunn.. more..

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