A factory made of steel
Told you my dad on a boat didn't tell you what kind of weapon
Nor the age of the children
I think it was may
The sea was ice cold
Meanwhile in the factory
Big bad woolf and Father judgement
Smoking pot
A game of dice and
Fate in a jar
Dampness:
The lips of a girl
Another girl
The pornographic pleasure of tips
Here fingers running down hundreds of miles of flesh
Marcel Broodthaers |
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