December 2011
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You sat next to me at the wrong moment, mouth agape, I swallowed a bumblebee, the bumble bee was dreaming of a baroque church stripped with painted columns of gold and black, it heard an enveloping gulp as it went down down to death, with the logic of infinite terror it buzzed and shook its stinger and said what a beautiful way to die, you gave me a piece of bread, here swallow this, a lump went...
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