KILL ..::RobFest::..

{R[E( M.E.M.B. )E]R}

{Can't
say words.
Astonishing lives crossed.}

(Y
la busqué
toda esa noche.)

{Breakfast.
Ready, set.
Inspire, go. Go.}

[Amputaciones
desde Farabeuf
instaurando nuevas ordenes.]

{Suicides
inside Farabeuf.

Listening New commands.}

(Y
toda la
mañana siguiente. Soñé

sus
movimientos inexistentes,

de lágrimas blancas,

perdidas,
equidistantes, impuestas

al vestido azul.)

{Not
poetry. Uncanny
words, fancied life. . .

That
sunshine girl
with spotted mind.}

[Escuchando,
Dr. Farabeuf
desde la esquina,

música

para masas.

(Himno Satelital [de] Ícaro)

D . r .
Noventaytres Noventaydos
Sin mi recuerdo.]

{When
photographs aren’t
what used to

Be,

She appears.

Dancing independent wounds.

She
was dancing
when she was

12.}

[Three
coins falling,

Inside Farabeuf’s mind.

Primetime,
is body.
Photograph: mesmerizing truth.]

Fotografía

no es,
sino parte mínima

Horror.]

{So,
what if
we kiss each

Other,
Others, otherness.
{[Kiss me X3.]}

[Tres.

Veces beso.

Tres yangs caídos.]

(Aún
buscandole lunares
a la luna.

Noté,

que la

Luna tiene cráteres. . .

No
es como
algunos vestidos azules.)

Just
before it;
the bitter end.

Sour:
.:.so ours,
{source of hours}.

{Nobody}
(Loves me.)

[Farabeuf it’s true.]

True.
Life itself,
counts all mistakes .

(She
disobeys old style.

Her NewORDER arrives.)

Bizarre
LOVE triangle

[with]

(Someone like you.)