Modern Leper[s].

Εμένα οι φίλοι μου είναι γκρίζες ριπές αναπνοής, κακό σιτάρι της γης. Συνδεδεμένοι με 'καλώδια' επιβίωσης – [modern lepers]- σε μια ολίσθηση μέσα σε κάτι που κτίζεται για κείνους χωρίς να το ξέρουν.

Phallic διασκέδαση.

Ασκός με περιεχόμενο γένους αρσενικού [σήμερα] ; phallic διασκέδαση, αρσενική 'συνομιλία'.Τυχαίο [τρισκατάρατο, εμετικό, ξερασμένο]gifting [κάθε δεκαπενθήμερο] που εξασθενεί γρήγορα;μίνι μαραθώνιοι στο costa coffee για decaf non-fat latte. Με βρωμίζουν οι μάζες. Επίδεσμος πιο slutty [σήμερα].Το νεκρικό μαύρο είναι τόσο ελκυστικό. Μπορώ μόνο να ελπίσω.Η γελοιότητα της ύπαρξής μου αντάξια της νεκρικής μου τελετής. Check my fortune cookie; 'Θα λάβετε χάρη στον ενταφιασμό σας';αποκατάσταση της ειρωνίας;απόκριες είναι όλα και μαύρη διασκέδαση.

Necrophilia relationship.

[I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round as the moon, to stare up. I want to be looking at them when they come Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots. I see them already--the pale, star-distance faces. Now they are nothing, they are not even babies. I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.They will wonder if I was important. My mirror is clouding over ---A few more breaths, and it will reflect nothing at all. The flowers and the faces whiten to a sheet.]

Αισθάνομαι μια αφή ευερέθιστη.We touch like cripples. «Και χρειάζομαι επίσης μια σκαπάνη,» λέω. «Αλλά όχι ένα διαμάντι.» Necrophilia relationship.Μινιμαλιστικό φέρετρο. Εθαψα μέσα κολλώδεις σημειώσεις, μέντες και 3 προφυλακτικά που ταίζονται[You sure you don't want to wait until we're married?]. Ο πλατωνικός εραστής μου. Προσεύχομαι να ακούσω και πάλι ένα καλά αρθρωμένο 'fuck you' από τον τάφο.Επαιζα την πόρνη μιλώντας αυτοσχέδια πλαστά γαλλικά. Τακτοποίησα το κάτω; ήθελες ηρωίνη ακόμα και στο θάνατο. 'Καλύτερα πόρνη από μια νοικοκυρά', even Jesus hung with hookers. Μωροφιλόδοξη; 'αναπαραγωγή μωρών που βάζουν σημεία στίξης με ένα χασμουρητό.'

Ich, ich, ich, ich (ha, i can be german)

Μeghan is haunting me even more this morning her image floated up behind my 'eggs and bacon' at breakfast i thought it must be the worst thing in the world 'why do you bother?' she asked 'it's no use' yeap! always a bloody meghan in the air trying to eat my oxygen that flattened to a coffin ridiculous bone bitch (she has no face after all she's dead since 2000) she wants to efface herself through me nobody watched me before now i am being watched i still don't sleep at night reality melts like sugar silence after silence, she, tangled in my sweat-wet sheets checking and copying in secret my diet charts :@ she is found wanting; waiting lungless in the dark for my soul to escape in dreams through a mouth-hole or an eyehole but i just won't give her my soul but i don't think i'm in any position to get rid of her either it must be the one or the other of us and she's certainly the superior one (even though she has already lost a dimension)because she doesn't need any food and has no personality i can't understand her stupid behavior i mean she's rooted in the soil sucking up minerals for the past 5 years rotting with privacy i mean i wish i could be vertical as well but i'm horizontal do i complain??? she can't feel daylight and that jealous bitch tries to peel away my skin as well 2 years draining into her trying to worm her way into me i tried to explain that the 'box' is only temporary but she wouldn't listen she said 'i love your stupidity' hello bitch? you are like dead did nobody tell you? the face that lived in my mirror the past 2 years is the face of a dead girl i tried to explain that i'm too pure for her or anyone but she wouldn't listen :@ she says that i have to learn how to speak with fingers and not tongue 'how instructive this is' i said but she must be right after all she has to be very dexterous since she manages to breathe in my bureau drawer the past 5 years.