Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Throaat Cancer With Cirrhosis

Ideas # 1 black

The palpitations of my heart echoing into my temples. Around me, crowds, agglutinated, coagulated. Cries. Beside me, right next door, She. Behind me, just behind him. Trance wins the crowd, monolithic, agitated, hurries, oppresses me. An atmosphere of the last day before the end of the world. I think while the latter day is populated by morons and adolescents ugly people. Grotesque. And hilarious. I laugh. Like a madman. But nobody pays attention to this almost morbid excitement, carefree, cacophonous. I'm going crazy. And that infernal rhythm instruments covering up!
For now, the universe is reduced to two basic components: the hammer that I am torn rib cage, and Elle. Him, revolves somewhere outside this universe. It has no reality. Not yet.
sudden boost. While the crowd was quiet, guitar riffs that become less aggressive, he attempts an approach. She did not grow back. A portion of the universe collapses. Only the vibrations are arrhythmic. I become crazy. I need that. I can do? I turn around. The crowd is multitude. What matter the crowd? I need that. And this heart, always, faster, less synchronized.
Violence. I need violence. But the crowd is so dense. Faces succeed and resemble each other. All are hideous, deformed by the joy and light purple. Empathy, empathy ... Old enemy, miserable bitch! Why oppresses you still benefit?
In the distance I see a lack of faces. A lack of crowds. I must go away. Behind, far behind now She and him are, no doubt. The air is warm and moist air. It's like an orgy. Bodies tangled. All this is really absurd. I become completely mad?
A door, air. Finally. I breathe. As I can. Outside the rain. Inside the crowd. To choose, I prefer the rain. My heart tries to escape. I must calm. I must appease him. I know.
Off a car. Two light beams, two lighthouses that flash is lost in the water drops. She runs fast. Very fast. Too fast. Fewer scruples. I run.
Lying on the pavement, my heart is quite calm now. In the distance, screaming. The crowd? I do not know. She, him, music, everything is far away now. Madness fades, my heart is silent. Peace. Finally.

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