The earth is lying in my hand. My wish to crush it if I'm ever able to I can not follow: Mother earth's freezy coldness makes my fingers tumb and so I just can watch the turning of the world in my hand. Round and round...
On its track the moon bumps against my tumb fingers and I wanna scream, but I haven't got the strength to fight against Nature's Power. Again and again the moon bumps against my fingers: Tock---tock- tock-tock-tock.
In my heart lies a block hole und it is sliding through
my body. I can see the glowing blackness through my skin and it is fun
to see its movement across my breast and even his sound of smacking got
something
nice in it. I feel sick and I have bad hang over.
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