Around the metro Stalingrad
a clueless makes Picorett. She kneels
front of a bay to pick
illusory patties.
A stairwell houses the altar. Devotees worship dirty
dose.
spin Believers 'Porte de la Chapelle'. The cellar
'street gospel' is closed.
Souls drift seek penance. The small white pebbles
absolve any
desperation on a mattress rancid
among blood, urine and lice.
The RMI and the CMU
is commonplace in these places.
Like the price of a pass from Crane
to kiss the ass of God.
Courses Subutex
climb high on the market at Chateau Rouge.
It's carnage in the Goutte d'Or. In
during squats, nothing moves. The cracker is
planquent the modous ensure,
boxes all the junkies are careful.
The last is the chic look Popeye.
Cent hustler of périf taffent.
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