EM KCUF (as a reversible of ‘fuck me’)

MORNING SICKNESS THEY SAID

Little man got woke up… found in an unfamiliar room….. cozy, spacey…. Window is widely opened and sun is setting high at twelve… then realized he is not alone, besides him laying a beautiful girl….half covered, innocence, and radio is playing an Elliot Smith’s Somebody That I Used To Know… he saw her breast, full beneath a light muslin gown, so diaphanous that he fancied he could make hard points of her nipples, straining against the taut fabric….

LAST NIGHT WITHOUT SUPPER

Everything is still pending and not confirms… vocation sometimes can be a real burden, bored, and gives consequence of shit and muddy obsession which sometimes one describes as unobserved to have self-control… slumber is not a primary option, reading is not an obsession albeit he occasionally pick to it when stuck in a boredom room waiting shit going out from an anus… while waiting is not kind of job that promises, this night is perfect havoc for a simpleton like him……

WHY SO SERIOUS

Every so often that little man thinks he is no different from other malicious being created on this filthy whatsocalled planet earth…. Dreaming, wondering, masturbating, what the fuck doing, what the fuck thinking, what the fuck reciprocating, and he slowly screaming exhausted just for his only ears a groaning that proves gun is already loaded, ready maybe for off target again, not to aim for what that gun should made be into…. Damn dirty apes men can be when unobserved in the middle of porn warehouse…

PEACE

Enthusiastically vocalizations, this is not who the little man not who the little man not the little man…. Well he is not… not into this filthy shit, pollution, orthodox minded, what the fuck….. fuck them…. Little man is a working mind, perfected from butchery mechanism, and just because sometimes that sleazy mental of his other persona reclaimed his mind that he is so into rain just now... stay dry they said but what the hell…. greenie grass is so goooood….. and let’s not speaking of smell twisted from the smoke generated itself….


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Chronicles of not so extraordinary mental who’s living in a room which telephone number is weirdly 222….so porn and sucky-sucky they said….and believe it or not mental can see a rainbow while showering with hot-hot heat water……..well an honor yes…..