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Dance Floor (1998)
Feeling the rapture of a thousand intoxicated eyes,
Seething laser-like through the hysteria,
Seething through the perfumed oneness of our breaths.
This is the cosmos of mental instrumentation,
Of mental hallucination,
Of surreal feelings like floating through
Violet colored Nebula; Read the rest of this entry
My Fertile Sperm (2012)
It’s a pearl future we perceive
An ideal life we weave and weave
Like spiders cast their fertile webs
And wait in prey their daily bread
like rivers thrusting north and south
I gush my gusher in your mouth
You take it in just like a champ
and down your throat my kids make camp Read the rest of this entry
Wilson Santos 