All the people in the street, Eating children with forks and spoons.

With no response from the world they’re waiting for none except their hunger to please them.

The floor is white did you know that? Not red, Blue, Green or yellow as they’re saying in the army.

Turning the sound off, Turning you off is what I can, Even then you won’t be glad.

why am I doing this you may ask?

I’m an orange flying in the air and about to implode any second now.

I don’t care, I can’t see and am I black or am I green?

The universe is just as flat as your belly is right now. From not eating enough of those dead bodies in the streets. Once you’re going to save them you’re going to die. You’ll melt like an ice cube in a fire.

The magician is smoking in the wall, Yes that’s right he lives in a wall, Talking to his hand.

Negroes complaining about colors on the wall, trying to find a new home with no success.

-Stories are getting old just go and shot yourself already, You won’t find any joy here my friend, This is nothing more than some old junkies trying to escape from our own reality.

-Are you afraid of it? Then you’re welcome to stay, Just don’t try to talk with Joe, He’s sitting in the corner, He’s a lunatic.

The room is made of wine and beacon, Smells just like my girlfriends old shoes. God i hate her.

Over four thousand pages written with my own urine and nothing is worth to read.

Selling people on the black market for a few schillings each.

-God I feel rich right now! Spending all of my money on plastic people.

A cup and a spoon is in my brain it feels like an orgasm every time I think about it.

Sold my soul for some golden buttons but they’re for no use for me anymore, Not when I can write ‘’yes I didn’t.’’ On the old shady floor of mystical embrace.

A woman suddenly came out from Joe’s dying mouth. He had given birth to the new emperor of this world.

I cried in my mind when I saw her beautiful glimmering naked body, Which was trying to strangle me with an old pink teddy bear. All I said to her was: ‘’Hello I’m going to save you from your suffering.’’

I woke up in my own hand staring at myself, Between my thumb and my index finger I squished myself to some powder looking matter.

I woke up and I saw a strange looking man who was staring back at me, Holding me in his palm. He killed me with his bare cold hands.

I fell asleep in the woman’s naked body. I was about to be reborn again. Nine months had passed and I came to this world just to see it suffer once more.

Annons

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June 2013