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I'm hungry.

I want you.

My stomach hurts.

I should eat.

I want you more than food.

The room is spinning.

My hair is red, does that make your cock hard.

I decided to rid my life of television, giving all of my devotion to you.

I hate my skin, I hate your skin too.

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You are laughing at me. You are always laughing at me. Even when I begin to undress you take your hands and make those pointing gestures you love so well.  You tell me that laughing is what keeps you alive. You tell me to laugh at everything too. Laugh at the floors I sweep for you, laugh at the accumulating dust invisible to my eyes. Laugh at the ( Read more... )

Freedom in death. What a nonsensical thing to say.

I have been sleeping at 9 o’ clock for the past twenty years of my life. Now that I am thirty years old, I’ve decided to sleep earlier. 3 hours earlier, to be precise. I have been robbed of sleep, of life. The 3 hours I waited for sleep has brought me 3 more hours closer to death.

I saw your paintings. Some unknown director used it for his ( Read more... )

Let's run away together. Let's run away from the television and the programmed cable.

I want to live with you, without this, without that. Without images telling me what to do. I want to grab you and stop you from melting into the couch. The couch is eating you, and soon you will disappear, your ass is already gone. Your back, haunched over. Your ( Read more... )