"It started when he opened up his eyes this gloomy morning" it's just one of his bad days ! the taste of blood is sensible in his mouth with his frightened wild eyes staring at the ceiling begging to be abused . no sun in the sky , no appetite to eat ! he wears up his incomplete brain and runs out for a cigarette . something has changed last night when he was aching all over in his lonely room . a decision that had to be decided long ago was well clear to him . hmmmmm ... ! the hunger of flying and selling his last breath to this cruel world . The mother is sad ! she died in his dreams last night ... ! she died of cancer . he's walking on the alley of nauseatation having his older sister's high heels on for the first time . his every breath seems to be his last so he takes it even much deeper than when his heart got attached by the man he met while he was swiming in the ocean of his fantasies . numbness in his face , no hope in his eyes ! the thought of his childhood hunts his happines and throws it to the garbage the same way his father did when he had his makeups on and you could see the beam of mirth in his eyes . Today he's gonna rape everyone , his father will be the first one . he's even gonna rape himself with the help of the height ... ! One , two , three , three , three ... . getting close and closer to the dangerous summit of his mind . he's had the vanillashake and the meeting with his friends for the last time . Ten ! Right standing on the point of his slippery head Ready to fall him self down to his non exsisting smallest toe of his right foot and that's exactly when even the thought of death becomes worthless to his tearing eyes . AND THAT'S WHEN I PUKE ON THE CARPET !!
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