ARS AMANDI ARS MORIENDI

 

EROTIC CATECHESIS

 

I don't understand anything

I'm going through the hills of Ubeda

That there is no better bed

that the one of straddle

I hear voices in the silence

of winter tomorrow

My wife opens the chest of agates

And I'm going on a pilgrimage

Through the corridors of the imaginary

And the wise king says in his ordinances

"The one who lies with her neighbor's muller sins or if he kissed her and made power

in aberla”

In other words

That she has not amended the fucking

that yes that no that no that yes that

That my girlfriend likes the talk

That no that yes that no that no that yes that no that

That my girlfriend likes apricots

She is the talk of Spain

twisted minds

Always a pussy in mind

buy yourself a armor bulletproof vest of love, boy

And put it on the owner

between the English

chastity belts

And in the pharmacy they sell dildos

I don't need that anymore

I'm free and they won't put me whichever owners say

Well, when they are women, there is never a lack of grudges

Ars amandi ars moriendi

Iskra

light the spark

Everything is written

Nihil novum sub sole

 

Tuesday, February 7, 2023