Could any heaven be more accured than this sea-like wetness
at the dawn, in a town painted by the hot noon sun?
-Please, doctor. What is wrong with me..
- The headaches you've been having.. well, they are been caused by a huge tumor in your brain.. and you're going to die because of this tumor.
- But doctor.. I've had these headaches all my life. Every day, ever since I was three years old.
The girl then enters. She takes all her clothes off and slowly sits down. Her cunt is covered by reddish pubic hair.
- But doctor.. am I.. so, does this mean that, I've been diying ever since I was three years old?
- Now son.. I cannot say anything more of this..Doctor repeats, with a fat lust in his vibrating Southern accent.
- ..I've a young girl sitting in my appointment, with her reddish pubic hair covered cunt wide open.. can't you see, son?
- But Doctor..
- Silence! you should leave now, son! Nurse Michaels at the accounter will tell you what to do.
Dogs at night, season has come to an end.
Has the mirror been broken?
Wet sand at the dawn.
We laughed and played on a beach made out of wood and blood.
Wild wood, infamous with a capillarian crest
Seeds unfed by their incest.
Mild weather from here on, they said Unseen worlds with a corps, I keep expect non of these lies are accured by their very own meaning.
She gently smiled.
"it's ok."
"You can touch my innocent young reddish covered pubichair cunt.."
"But I am.. in every meaning of the word.. a Doctor.."
Poor life has been, with an everyday pain.
Yes, I keep writing. Some unhumane monster can kill a childs beliefes by her own miserable failure.
Peppermint Parade. Death came.
Wild woods, rivers and streetlike caves.
Come now.
*Kirjoittelin pienimuotoista proosaa englanniksi.