Freedom

Freedom
No es sorprendente. No es incorrecto. No es inmoral. No es "atroz".

Prison

Prison
Dali? No idea, but's cool indeed.

jueves, 26 de noviembre de 2009

Doll

"My little china girl... You shouldn't mess with me.
I'll ruin everything you are." [China girl - System of a Down]

And so the time goes by right through her window. Her eyes blind, she sees no more. She'll never again will have the shiny stars upon her, never again the sunlight will glimpse on her hair, never again will she hold another one's hand.
For she will just touch things, nevermind what they are, as she can't distinguish'em. And for her brother, for her sister, for her mother and for her step-father, she'll be useless, a stuff put on the way. Maybe not so for her step-father, or for her brother, as she'll be closed up for as long as she lives.

She has no name. You can call her "hey you!", or maybe "you fucking little toy" or perhaps it'll feel better to say "My lovely fucking toy".


And for her, there'll be no crime, no rapes, no sorrow, no pain.
She lives onto the darkness, inside a dim impenetrable fog.

She'll not suffer, because she is not a being.

She is a puffy fluffy doll.

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