© MMXVI A.N.E.
Vagina!
I adore you, I kneel before you!
You, the source and well of life!
Fitte!
I used to wear you around my neck,
Shiny, rosy-white, like a medal of honour,
Slimy, reddish, curly hair — I wore you around my neck,
Fotze!
My first impressions were build upon being choked by a cunt,
Cold, loud, glary, eerie world and two ghosts are screaming,
In the night… The others hold the vomit back…
Perineal torn asshole/cunt, Shoahcount!
Two-faced tramp…
In a certain kind of epiphany I am stuck:
We naked apes are neither fountains of gold,
Nor our odourous metabolisms ugly, yet fulfilling, face –
We are the divinest spawn in the middle…
I need to get out of this, what the hell,
I do not enjoy this bloodswollen-shitty smell!
Get me out of that cuntesshole! Already?
Now, fica:
I kneel before you, on a personal vendetta,
Cock risen, your master’s hammer,
I shall fuck you, I will pay you back…
You, rotten, backstabbing, filthy cunt!
Existencialism wrapped in flesh….
Thank you. I still should pronounce the obvious: I do not approve of how men deal with reproducing violence against women. It’s reality, though. It’s just sad.