4.00 Τέτοια ώρα κοιμάσαι και χάνεις την ευκαιρία να συναντήσεις όλες τις αλήθειες που κατά τη διάρκεια της μέρας κρύβονται σαν φίδια κάτω από τις εγκεφαλικές συνάψεις. Μη τις πειράζεις αυτές τις αλήθειες την μέρα· είναι πληγωμένα ζώα - και όπως μας έχουνε μάθει οι παλιοί, αυτά είναι και τα πιο επικίνδυνα. Τέτοια ώρα κοιμάσαι αντί να χαϊδεύεις τις αλήθειες μου και εγώ το στήθος σου. Κρίμα, γιατί θα μου έκανες μεγάλο καλό αν ήσουν εδώ. Βλέπεις, όταν δεν νοιώθουν χάδι οι αλήθειες απο πλήξη φαρμακώνουν το μυαλό που τις κρατά ζεστές.
THANK YOU I am the bottomless pit, feasting on your garbage and the bodies of lonely people I am the darkest void, keeping your secrets safe and forgetting the promises you broke I am the eternal mist, not distinguishing one soul from the other, not being worthy of affection I am the sinkhole of your sewerage, receiving all your excrements and foul deeds, receiving only what i deserve - pain
The frying pan is in the sink for ten days now, full of grease and tears. There's no need for it to be washed, nothing's in the house to cook. Besides, there's no detergent.
I've started reading some decade-old magazines stacked in my closet, pretending to live in the time they were published, a time when there were eggs and butter and tomatoes and cheese and tiramisu in the fridge.
I try to recall the taste of chicken but I fail to. I'd love to listen to some music as well, but that's a bit tricky when I got no batteries or electricity in hand.
But reading the magazines tires me. To keep my mind occupied from thinking about (the lack of) food I got this deck of cards and I play solitaire. The only setback is that two cards - the two of hearts and six of diamonds- are missing. I guess that makes the game a bit hard (or impossible some might say) to finish. Hey, who cares? I was a loser since forever, I'm used to that.
But none of these things makes me miserable. What really crashes my spirit is not having your red, red mouth sucking on my cock every night and every morning and every afternoon...