Tag: life, pacifism, sex, war

Taking into consideration all your lovelinesswhy can’t you burn your bootsoles and yourdraft card? How can you sit there saying yesto war? You’ll be a pauper when you die, soreboy. Dead, while I still live at our addresss.Oh my brother, why do you keep making planswhen I am at seizures of hearts and hands?Come dance the dance, the Papa-Mama dance;bring costumes from the suitcase pasted Ille de France, the S.S. Gripsholm. Papa’s London Harness case he took abroad and kept i our attic laced with old leather straps for storage and hisscholar’s robes, black licorice – that metamorphosiswith it’s crimson blood. “The Papa and Mama Dance

Taking into consideration all your lovelinesswhy can’t you burn your bootsoles and yourdraft card? How can you sit there saying yesto war? You’ll be a pauper when you die, soreboy. Dead, while I still live at our addresss.Oh my brother, why do you keep making planswhen I am at seizures of hearts and hands?Come dance the dance, the Papa-Mama dance;bring costumes from the suitcase pasted Ille de France, the S.S. Gripsholm. Papa’s London Harness case he took abroad and kept i our attic laced with old leather straps for storage and hisscholar’s robes, black licorice – that metamorphosiswith it’s crimson blood. “The Papa and Mama Dance