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a new way of looking at... writings >> jacque coulardeau >> the superlife of our drowning by supernumbers |
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I got out of the alley I looked out to the young ruffian across the road He looked to me and spat on the sidewalk He armed his shotgun shot twice in the cartank ran away as it exploded A furious jungle of fire filled the street And covered the pavement with burning debris Everyday will get us a superabundance of superthrills Our superlife never supercedes us Into superannuated supercalendered paper tigers Super duper Hee Hi Ho I switched the TV on I started the tape in the VCR It showed at once a supersexy undescribable superscene ...Morality oblige... It unwound its super XXXLLL stars on the screen That no one’s modesty can lead to Anyone describing in details in their unfurled privacy ...Noblesse oblige... It sounded like an out of breath dog Its tongue dangling like a sexy dongle Lapping and licking The tool of the crime The target of the deed Whose tall and stiff tale no phrase or sentence can yarn ...Honni soit qui mal y pense... Everynight will get us a supercharge of supervice Our superlife never wants supervising As for titillating our super ego with superstimulation Super duper Hee Hi Ho I open my fridge door I glance at all the goodies in there It overflows with supercarbonated icecream ...yam yam... It overruns our appetite and thirst With gallons and stones of flesh, fish and fat ...yam yam yam... It overboils with undescribable mountains Of fruit, gelly, milk, yoghurt, cheese, butter Cream, peanut butter, jam, cottage cheese, Honey, sour milk, coolers, sparkling wines ...yam yam yam yam... Every minute, every second will get us a supersophisticated superfund Our superlife never needs trimming nor weeding We run from superfetation of the belly ache ulation of the greasy and watery supersaddlebags and super lovehandles Super duper Hee Hi Ho |