Well, beast of blood. I didn't mind to say I'm soooo fucking egoist, competitive and         fucked-up bitch sometimes. And with style. Like Una Thurman on Pulp Fiction. Pretty.         Lost. Alone. Deadly. Ha-ha.         I only miss the bullets and dollars. Why laughing? The Ice Queen, circumspect. Sitting         in a corner and alone, staring from the bottom of the show, watching how mindnight         comes. I have no name and was born insane. But human, it's a damn pity. The social         sterilization can help, you know. Even I keep a neck in the place it must be. And I use         to replace my heart with insides, to really don't think about nothing special. Reality is          depressing with all these problems -VIH epidemies, war, violence, drugs, human rights         mayhems; and I said very clearly that I am fucking egoist. And proud. Oh Yeah. Hmm,          is not different of da 'don't blame me, I just work here' which supermaket's employees         say when there aren't any orange juice cans inside the fridge and you came clearly for         it. People shouldn't be idealistic, that kind of idealisctic. Nowadays nobody go nowhere         being a revolutionary. To take a flag time has alreday passed. The fight don't exist.          There may isn't a place for kings, but nobody behead no one neither (mnm). Everyone's          future is hidden beyond the dark seas of knowedge and wisdom. What would happen         if it wasn't future? Because it's an abstract concept. Human concept.Like God, eternity         or salvation. Never nobody demonstrated it. Let's live today, let's eat and drink because         tomorrow be will die. Crack! Nothing lasts forever except death. Good people and the         better ones always gone first & early. If they were succesful, they couldn't handle it.          The same if they were errors and bastards whose mother didn't know how to have an         abortion. Only The spoon, white semicircle under the moonlight, the tragic smell. Take          the drug they said to me; you'll see the truth with clean eyes. I remembered, 'so... are          you going to kill me, after knowing I was a brother with open eyes?'. YES. BANG.         I can't find funny the act of being very quiet, like you were dead and c'est fini, that's all.          You must hate yourself a lot to don't stand you and run in that way. I try to don't feel          althought when I hate myself and I want to die (broken heart and broken bones/ think         of how a castrated horse feels/ one more quirky cliche'd phrase/ you're the one I wanna         refill), I sleep with my neck.