Think big, girl, like a king.
Think kingsize.
Did you learn nothing in America?
I’ve placed four big bananas in my lap.
In New York I don’t dream.
I always wanted to be less subculturally lonely.
But here, I see no subculture.
No, no future, no big science, no big bananas.
But I found no, no future.
I rock the bananas gently, move back and forth.
Don’t wake them.
What is soft dick rock?
Using the elements of dick to create a softer toned down sound.
I sing to the bananas.
The skin is getting thin and brown.
Norway, the girls are pretty.
I am one forth Danish.
If you have a child you better learn how to bake.
I beckon the cupcake - The huge capitalist clit.
I search the oven, scrub the racks.
Put my whole head inside but I just can’t find it.
It’s like looking other window in there.
The bananas rocked slowly in my lap.
Silently, wildly, girly.
The rash is an opportunity
A common disease, something in common
A community, the definition must to be something attacking itself.
Four flaking, flaccid fingers.
No future.
Oh, the fruit flies.
