Sunday, August 25, 2013

Whore

There comes a time in life you decide to leave home. For me, that moment came four years ago, I had just turned nineteen. (I knew, I just fucking knew I'm not going back. At least not to stay.) But here we are, four years later. I'm about to leave again. But nothing's the same. Fuck. I've been told not to come back. If I leave. I should go and fuck for money, I ain't for better - she said. She knows I'll leave. And she knows I may never come back. But what she doesn't know is that fucking for money is nothing compared to this life. On the contrary, it is liberation.

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Allegory of a wasted life

I need to piss. Am I going to piss? I don't really need to piss, do I? If I go now, I'll have to go again later. I should better hold it some more. But can I? Now it is all in my head. Shit, I hate this. Do I really, really need to piss or you are playing with me, brain? Do not think about it, do not think about it. What if I unzip my shorts? Oh, that feels better. Much better. I am so relaxed now. But hey, let me contract my abdomen muscles to see if I still need to piss. I mean, I could piss. Maybe I should go now, since the toilet is not occupied? But what are the odds the toilet is occupied just at the time I want to piss? Come on, I can't be that unlucky. Disclamer, my ''can't be that unlucky'' is actually very unlucky. I should piss, really. In 2 minutes. I'll hold it until the commercials start, and I'll go. That's it. I can handle it, I can handle it. All that will power bullshit should work now. 1 minute and 30 seconds. I should wait untill it is 00 seconds, for the luck. 1 minute 12 seconds. This fucking hurts. What the fuck is wrong with me? (A little more to go.) 1 minute 6 seconds. Fuck, now I really need to piss. 00 seconds. The toilet is occupied.

Friday, August 16, 2013

Your their eyes

For far too long
I know nothing about you.

Disquiet
I quietly conjure you
Smiling to their,
your eyes.

Do not forget me.
Please do not.

For I am dying already
In their lusty glances
Smiling and smiling -
with crystal tears.

The passionate state of mind

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