Swung over there

Albert always wanted to smash it. To crush it. That thing annoys him since he recognizes himself as a person. That machine of a kind makes a noise… A sickening roar that makes him wants to puke even during the sleeping. So he avoids sleeping, to eat, to kiss, to fuck. Adelita left him after two months. She was patient, but can’t stand anymore. She didn’t help him to avoid his progressive ruin. Alberto kept talking and drinking water, talking and crying and slamper from psychiatrics. Finally alone, he murmured “Now I will rooster the roost”. Albert shot his head, smiling.