a pregnant Jane stepped into the slaughterhouse located on 13th street, bloody stench overwhelming a savage brutal butcher in white, she gave him a order "hack the within my sinful body into pieces!" she's legs spread wide open, on the dissecting table the sharpened tool inserted and injected "my atrocity dominates your inner flesh!" bitch Jane! blood runs cold throbbing heartwork petrified she remained just a deranged cadaver the butcher choked me, absolute pain my body mutilated into pieces, endless hunger there is no choice but tossing decapitated head, amputated limbs, raped soul into a black bag who has the authority to judge my sin who has the power of god inflict torture they must be don't feel pain and sadness fuck it fuck it Jane paid for the slaughter to the brutal soul ripper reproducing sacrificial victims with Jane's contribution swamped in the flood of pus and gore isolated in a bag full of parts full of disintergrated flesh
murder and war violence, rape dark of the sky we are fucker.. hey! surprise for you taking a walk the other day a dog talk to me and I unbelievably listened to it what an animal she said to me "fuck the human's world with a black sky in deadly smoke everybody ignorantly breathe in it they changed my white body to black" old man with big ears asking me "you know why my ears so big cause I hear murder, rape, violence..everywhere.. watching tv hearing radio everywhere....war so contaminating my ears to be swollen enough to be mad..." a man covered with blood maybe someone hates him badly talking to me "watching tv always sucks some news that a boy kills his father what's after this world chaos? what's after this moral hazard? so pissed of onto the tv and that's why I am so beaten like this..." even animals know this world of shit that is coming into fucking end you look as a dog "hey, that's right . i'm a dog" "shit! am I talking to a dog?"
i'm a goldfish in a jar living with warms my master gives into a glass die whenever he doesn't give I hate this life hate being this shit! this fucking glass.. becoming a fucking strong searching for my mother fucker! who used to treat me as a slave beats him to death he says " my boss hates me so took my anger out on you" and he asked for his life excited when met his boss he always regards his men as warm he sucks the bloods of his men like a fucking leach cut his stomach full of rotten bloody money cut from his worker's vein he says this country inverts all the systems nation made up of the bloods bloods from bloody creature met the fucking head he got a head full of shit no brain, no notion only his greed for destroying this country into shit controlling the people and me.. when decides to throat his neck at that moment... I wake up into fucking reality my master again in real playing my body with a gimlet dream past.. reality now that I face is a slavery smothered all the time I would choose death on my freewill...
Monday afternoon 4 o'clock Darrel wakes up in the warm spring sunshine right moment that everybody work he has no duty nor purpose.. wasting his youth silently.. his refrigerator set forth the smell pungent as rotten as his life is toilet full of idle youths hey, this is daily routine is sitting on his fucking computer turning it on graping mouse. it's on saying...in the monitor.. "welcome to my crazy world" nothing impossible in this rectangular sex, violence, theft...like another Sodom where we can shop we can get the foods and get the whore thousands of teens in this motherfucking world live through this fucking madness he orders a drug to which he could be addicted drug and whores.. all he wants.. how long can you hold on this life nobody want it, but everybody want it cyber sex, cyber terror..this is what you live for? youths these days in the cage a rectangular sodomy desolated from the society making themselves, their own to illusion.. wasting themselves, their own existence that is how they live and exist with darrel, they lpee in their own brain hey! think over again how long can you hold on that life.. in the same time, in the same space symmetrical thoughts to each other constant unilateral unsatisfaction
