Blood Isn'T Cool But Foam Takes Me To The Leader Poem by cristobal obregon silvertop

Foam really makes me feel, and does it for me, everything i dreamt of, and its fruit love, yes i know nasty things, and non perfect, errors, money, but i know a little blood does it, but so does a bit of dirt, and a bit of love. A bit of dreaming, too, and hanging on to the mast of the Cutty Sark. A her warm body, and that turquoise mediterranean, coves, and your endless love, your proud hate for misogynist's, your sadness, My cocktail; .yours and my aw-fullness, the violence that makes people react quicker, instead of faith and a sign, of love, the reward, a medal.The offer of a valley.But there are stamps and guchi shoes, and alltrhough the universe is verry black there are many stars, and beaches to lay, where the sun shines in your eyes, an fills you with happyness.