White Noise

Buzz in her brain. She was looking to Carol’s photography. The only one left. Carol is naked, her finger inside Carol’s pussy. She masturbates looking to it with her head exploding. When she finally came, she fell in the floor with a nosebleed, tired and alone, screaming for Carol. The noise never went away. The tinnitus fucked with her musical career. The Larvas doesn’t exist anymore and Carol is married with a sexist pig. It’s not fair, but who gives a fuck? Nobody buys their records anymore. She can’t listen to them, because it hurts in all the ways possible. Her mother found the body in fetal position.

28/01/2008

Utter loneliness

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Junkie

The worst happened: fucked up and alone, she came back home and was raped again and again.

The future is blight

…so, apart of it, I can deal with her. Sometimes, I was there when she needed me, but when the opposite occurred, that’s not my fault. But she blames me for that all the time. So, one day, she, abruptly, stopped to doing that. I leave for good that day.