The Eve - Before Dawn , Comprehensive Version
2005.06.20 22:55

II - Before Dawn
When the flowers submerged deep into being which exists in dried up hairs of head brought about the praise of light for us with noisy crowdsTo the houses of daughters who have had various spores on their bodiesFootsteps of young workers who make an offer for help
Several feelings of touch by Gods in heaven that approve such everythingIn short pigs love a treePraise songs for Christmas whips these badly And again the skins of our hands fell into being I tried to laugh at
With some reason or other it seems to look white for meWomen's bosoms laughing at the lightIn front of me, without time to breathe Cats go up
In sequence a car begins to moveWhen the donkies that feed smoke and live in the mist on the road with harsh trees as if they are dried ink in the penBecause that brought the biggest relish for me, in consequence women eat worms in their houses
It's like an odour under the armpitThen the lights in the houses are put off The reason black colour makes yellow colour be conspicuous isSeems a cobra beside the hedge is licking my hands Trees are green
Why here is a road before a railway stationPeople take such as these living feet to the tower It's easy though of women to be pregnant in the book's numerous pagesBeing unable to recover from tiredness When I drank up...
When I drank up the canned mineral there soon I find the shape that has been openning the universeIron chains build the gate a bunch of angels are come off their wingsAlong with me are an eye of a woman and the piece of her legs bully meWere I not told I knowFor iron to start eating from papers a bunch of leathers are destroying a scale a footstep in Amazon is always the first
The bullets from the helicopterAlways I pretend to see them when I eat clamsDream of rhino in the water of the river that bears fatigue starts giving off the light soon When I know their eyes I dance and break their cornsThat the breathing of Hercules spreads a piece of papers from the darkness of the universe from ancient times to nowIt means adversary by the Devil against God the sound of typewriter my eyes that imagine from various forms of women tomorrow
Soon the morning comesSpin makes the use of colour pencils the drops of the eyes flow never forgive itThe world of geology is closed women's eyes opened the everything adorned the eyes seems to know in their feet
But the day I saw armadilo in my dreamIt seems I am about to know the lactose like camels that means a womanSo it seems as if it were like a magicInquery bears various naughty deedsDandy murmering seems to have the road that want the slopeThe grasp of story makes the development of mountains easier, the pond that see it has been losing its waterA flock of birds turn around and go to the east in sequenceI don't know from when but seem unable to tellYet then since Jona in rivers uses the petIt is noxious of me the feeling of delight the mistery bearsThe woman said so these few daysBecause she opened her eyes in her hairstyle -ponytailSeems I am here and a bike keeps on running why not enjoy days of running across the hellYet, certainly because the bossom of that woman is a cry of animalsThough it's fine story I suck though my mouth the eye of figs it sucks though I grip It is interesting that is better than the ones of a woman whose head is big and no contentsThe man saying so in the rice fieldsSeems trying to catch and kill eelsJust in time the fighter planes go aroundSeems to cut a head in sequence is namely as followsSince no meal tomorrow on the matt because I found the evening the moon appears in simply mountains I come to look for a bunch of these men uneasy to know we have to watch againover the tent a flock of sheep seeking for water in riverIt seems they come somewhere they ask where the face of big man of birds flying over the skyThe fact that the face may flyis similar to the fact that it is useless for you to try to stop for nothing to stick
Such these arebecause the shooting stars like bullets in the bulls in a ranchI wonder why I seem to start learning the fellows that inspire
Even though I am looking down our school building thusA woman's legs a little bit distinguished flying in my big sky Seems between mountains in the left and rivers in the right my way to live can be foundThe preys I aimed at here running away moreMy rifle is not like thatBecause the footsteps of a woman I saw in the snowfall of Himalayas presumesIt is not permissableAnyway flowersAre looking down the skies spectacularly, so it is no way for me to try to compare such various events with a good night sleep of virginsThe pen's needle that run on the figure boardIs the same as to be vacant of windmills even the clock can't see soSince it is not applicable to me, anyone that knows the secret of girls is similar to the mountain clibming party in search of Sascatch primates that always see mists in the wind dare not try to run a risk, that's me Then a cry in the blood comes out of the arms in my right leg start opearating slowlyOr the height limit of bridge of friends that drops day and night had sufferred me
Being reevaluate me soon in the dayI feel so mysterious as the cutting edge of handkerchief appears to be painted in blood By the way as I know itSince nothing other than a woman in front of a mirror seems to be conscious of me so beautifully
In the moment I know the face of men that got wet housewives in nude on the shinning pacific ocean performedThings reached in these stages the battle makes platoons in Guadalcanal scattered
Glasses are broken Seems men in suits Are attempting to strungle schools through always passing the narrow path along the streamI was unable to see it the fear, since I like the girls first of allTo hear it is necessary to smell the blood of bossoms of cradles for a woman to walk makes dirty the staircase
Though it's incredibly good feelingI declare I don't know I pull out of the one I stick soonMistresses that are told I am sleeping with a very good feeling from the unexpected places are happy
Because the movement of pen that draws this time from the long animal's life is the length of a neck of swan that gives a woman happinessThis I am afraid to have the days autumn's evening dusk that is not thought to be extraordinarily unusual of me to have snowfall is splendid
Summer days though I'm afaid it is my weakness
Erase ink stop killingEvening dusk is the sunset in the morning that draws on the waterIrons kick out of stonesFuture makes this timeSince astronomy is openIt is summer evening dusk of flying days
Even though I've got to be accused of what I was unaware to have doneVictims dyed foeigners in blackBlack sunset is not allowed to be limited thereAnd I try licking the hands
In variousevening sunset my head is vacant
Yet I goI don't think it's a curse realityAs if birds are pricking on the verge of watersI keep secret on what I ever didI must go in order to leaveIt is more that thoseBecause dead corpse is said to be dirtyAs I sought for vivid woman bodies
Then few days passedMid-winter days that appears the days which do not have to hold my palpitation
Summer sunset I go in time of sunriseThat means 'approval'I hear the sound of clear stream that says go as it isFrom the foot of that mountainWe were supposed to have seen the figure of townsI've got to give up this winter daysBanish summerOn the burning woman's bodiesSince I was about to know extraordinary things
Since everything such these are the concerto on the water I was totally unable to catch up withIt is as good as hotels since it seems to know the collapse it comes to clear by using detergent
In the storm one ship go sailingA mouse diesI wonder he knew this dayI would rather like a small insectI saw the avenue in the bathtub
I passed half of this dayI am here not knowing I always stand in front of us
Sep/20/1980