Kill!
Kill!
Kill!
Plum, plum!
01
Kill it.
Roses can be cinnamon.
It's more like bullshit.
It's all about planning.
Planning, turtle cutting, silicon cutting
Plans I, II, III.
You stupid traitor!
You porno!
You greedy bitch!
What can be done with blame, insults, insults, sarcasms, distortions, demons, pickets, corrections, distortions, reversals, repression, wash-ups, calculations, oppression, coercion, play, push, touch the china, follow the wind, slander, contempt, ridicule, discrimination, debasement and sarcasm?
A loose topist.
It's a habit of being forced.
A quiet, dark stream rushing
What can a light, loose eyebrow rise, eyes open, eyes locked?
Crying three days and three nights and blinding your eyes. Ten days without eating, the air fills my stomach. One year and no sleep. Blackwash makes me whiteter. Marry an inflatable doll and stuff the vibrating rod with all the holes. A high tower will be built and the chandelier will dance when the earthquake strikes. Blow a bull, and crush it with a rose petal.
Kill, kill, kill.
Kill, kill, kill.
Kill him all the time.
Kill him. Kill him.
Kill him crying, dying.
Kill him!
Kill him with a big smile and a stench.
Kill, kill, kill.
02
I can't kill you.
I'll burn it.
Covering up.
Repression.
Blood reverse.
An intravenous injection.
The pipe's in the mouth.
An eight-legged arthropod.
The tentacle only detects the heartless hole.
I'll die if the cockroach doesn't die.
Who dies if I don't?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No one can die easily.
Methods, pathways, means, equipment, desires.
No more "me."
Courage and red blood.
Beer with spicy fried chicken.
French foie liver chews with snails.
The key in the pocket and the coin rubbing.
The gum on the soles of the shoes continues to crack with smooth marble.
To swallow all indigestion.
I had to turn my back on it.
I'll kill you.
03
Kill or not.
I'll let you talk.
What are your qualifications?
You're an asshole.
You boring reader.
I make you hysterical.
What do you do when you're shaking?
What can you do if you get mad and angry?
What can you do with a knife and a gun?
I make you cry.
You're like shit.
You look like a dog to yourself.
You're like an ant.
So what?
Have you seen it?
You see?
You're nothing, right?
I make you proud.
You're a brave man.
You're so smart.
You've got a lot to talk about.
Be good.
I'll make you listen.
Listen to the dead.
Good boy.
Kill if you can.
Kill, kill, kill.
This poem is...
3P team, He Fa.
P4U program - "Kill the roses"
Response creation for event generation
This article was published on
P4 Theater public call on May 28th. Let's go.
But it was deleted one day after the release.
Later.
P4 Theater
A series of waves.
Finally.
I'm...
Finally.
Gone.