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Inertia Creeps

There is nothing to console this poor wretched soul.
Nothing to make up for what I have done.
I will always crawl under the wrath of this mischievous God.

Yesterday I had sex with my loved one.
And then there was his sperm.
There was flood.
It pissed off everyone around.

Look at this head of mine.
I carry it all the time around.
Nobody can read it.
Inside a hermetic system.
Ohh what a blessingg.

Have you ever wondered how far you would go for what you love.
Like...have you ever wondered.

Look at me now.
Look what you did to me my lover.
Look at this crime scene.
And I just can't let you go.
Right there.
Your bitch.
Worth not even a penny.
I just can not let you go.

I want a child tonight.
I am going to buy some sperm at the supermarket.

Today I want see my darling get fucked with another man.
Watch him scream and moan.
As this foreign entity owns him.
And not me.
And it would make justice.
I want art.
I want to see how I feel now.

And then this eagle.
Flying off its nest.
Can you tell her.
Can you just tell her where to go.


And all the ways,
All the complications of being a monster.

Oh fuck me tonight.
Cover me all in sperm.
I have lost my head.
On those eyes.
But oh, I just can not forget.
Why,
The damn,
I can not forget,
The wrath of this god.

Look at this train.
I am flying nearby God.
I the limited creature without legs and arms.
I have met God.
Let me tell you how it feels.
Terrible.
And i do not want to get off.


Today i am stupid.
And I do not want to be clever.
And I crawl.
With no self respect.
And I do not want to be clever again.

I do not want to be looked at.
Leave me at my corner.
Strangers do not look at me.

There is a good looking girl in front of me.
With those strange looking eyes.
I must have chased in eternity.
On those peculiar layers.
Without reason.
Just like this pitiful me.
I want to fuck her.
I want to become a lesbian.
She is good looking for gods sake.
AND
look at her scarf.

I cheated my husband yesterday.
With this alien from Titan.
Now I see my house in fire.
And the sad eyes of my husband
And tomorrow I got a date with my lover again.
I will meet him at 5 am.
Yeah.

There is a girl at my work.
I do alwyays go late at her shift.
I fuck this guy.
And I envy this girl.
Shes got something I can not have anymore.
She is a virgin.
Not a bitch like me.
And I know this guy I fuck with.
Desires her in secret.
Just like me.

I do not like bitches anymore.
I used to chase them when I was 14.
I fucked in the bathroom of bars.
Because you know.
Now I detest them.
They are abhorrent.
Just take them away for Gods sake.


It is terrible here.
I see it every day.
I have met God.
With his ways.
And it is terrible here.
Look at these all desiged details.

It smells here.
And I do not leave.
I do not go.
A sublime bitch.
Devoted whore.

It is terrible here.
I come here every day.

A creature stuck in its ways.
I crave my food.


Jona you had luck.
You still have good that angel face.
I want to look at it for hours.
Just some peace for this tormented
Poor
Wretched
Soul.
And my boyfriend craves you.
And I want to have luck.
I want to have luck.
I want to be just like you.
But I just can't.
Damn it.
I just can't.
It is too late now.

I have this thought in my head.
It comes every time.
It knocks me down.
I am obsessive
Compulsive.

I have this thought in my head.
And I will crawl till the day I die.


It is fucked up and I want to go to hell.

Yeah I did that.
A naughty eagle
With appetite.
I thought would never do.
But yeah.
I did that.

Fame
And all its abhorrent ways.
Take it away from me.


D why for gods sake
Why did you have to be so attractive.
Look at me now.

Take me back to the womb.
Unable to walk and feed.

Why did you have to be so attractive.
It is too late now.


It is nobody's fault.
It is in my genes.
I did it to myself.
I set my  house in fire.

I am a heroin addict.
I go there and puff every day.
I was invincible
I thought I would NEVER do it.
But Die every day.
I puff and puff.
I taught even to my brother.

Sometimes all you need in life is terrible luck.
Terrible, terrible,
Luck.

I just can't
I am stuck.

And no I just do not question the ways of this world.

I just can't
I am stuck.

I am late for work
Contemplating my life

I want to see my lover fuck a man
And get fucked

I am late for work
Contemplating my life
Stuck

And I see my bus just ran by.
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