Knuste glasskår på en vei; En knust flaske cola. Myke, såre knær som blør; Skikkelser mørkner mot sola. "Mor hører ikke, min venn - Rop litt høyere er du grei, Men ikke rop så høyt igjen; At andre gutter hører deg" En av guttene kom forbi; "Går det bra med ...

For those not yet spoilt rotten Who have their need for nourishment forgotten, Or stay warm in a cold blanket called “maturity”, That covers their desire to sprout in “obscurity”, And keeps them all to feeding off each other, Which sprout will be the one they smother? “Well, Jim’s dead…” ...

For those not yet spoilt rotten Who have their need for nourishment forgotten, Or stay warm in a cold blanket called “maturity”, That covers their desire to sprout in “obscurity”, And keeps them all to feeding off each other, Which sprout will be the one they smother? “Well, Jim’s dead…” ...