PERVERTMAN
The Definitive LOLaster
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X15 había nacido en un barrio sin esperanza. En realidad la falta de esperanza era algo tan cotidiano que ni siquiera entraba en el menú de mierda diaria. En realidad, todo era mentira.
¿Todo lo que había conocido, todo lo que había creído experimentar alguna vez había sido en el fondo un cúmulo de casualidades incestuosas y de depredadorismo sin aliento?
¿En realidad todo se reduce al instinto?
Está bien, según lo mires. Según lo mires, te reduce a escombros.
Pero al fin y al cabo renacer de las cenizas es algo sin importancia para los supehéroes de algodón de azucar de ese mañana de sacarina y carantoñas en el metro.
Aunque negarse a la lluvia improvisada y convertir en tu sombra la poesía del desencuentro resulta ridículamente suicidista.
Buda dijo que la causa del sufrimiento es el deseo. Todos morimos de eso mismo o de algún sucedáneo sin calorias algún lunes por la mañana.
Ropa interior recalentada y de rabajas parece respirar en el deslunado.
Todo el mundo está huyendo de si mismo y yo sigo aquí, encadenado a un teclado.
¿Una novela negra es rollo malote imposturible o simplemente es la realidad desnuda de supervivencia en el inframundo?. Supongo que todo depende de la entropía que hay en cada encuentro fortuíto y cada confrontación downjonesca.
Esto es de pobres, pero me gusta.
Bragas Orwelliano-tolkeniano-cósmicas para todos.
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Sometimes, I wonder what I'm doing here
In the middle of this tiny square room
Filled with smoke and damp carpet
Soggy with spilled cheap champagne
With the mirrors and flashing lights
And plastic bowls half of salted peanuts
In their discarded shells.
And this room with tired waitresses
Lousy, overpriced drinks
(Chorus)
Into the black...
I feel sorry for the men sometimes
Mostly I just feel contempt
The men with their furtive movements
and blank faces
I feel sorry for Stacey
Her face looks as though it's been stepped on
Though her body is like angel food
Almost too beautiful to look at
Her boyfriend probably doesn't when he hits her
I feel sorry for Lynne
With her expensive lingerie
Cheap dime store wigs
Trying to hide her identity
She's a Yale graduate with a huge loan debt
She hooks a little on the side
I feel sorry for Babette
With her henna'd Cleopatra hair
And large lumnious eyes
Her adorable accent of broken english
Can't hide her drug habit and predatory nature
Into the black...
Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here
Dancing naked except for a few sequins
Lying to men for drink commissions
I take their room keys and make promises I know I won't fulfill
We're all victims in one way or another
We're all here for different reasons
Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here
I like to sleep all day and stay out all night
The idea of a straight job is like the idea of a straightjacket
I like buying clothes
I like taking taxis
I'm pretty and intelligent
Sarcastic and selfish
I'm not going to be doing this forever
Into the black...
And I'm not going to be doing this forever
I'm only 18.
Fuck you bitches, wannabe witches, i'm going beaches.
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I hope all my days
Will be lit by your face
I hope all the years
Will hold tight our promises
I don't wanna be old and sleep alone
An empty house is not a home
I don't wanna be old and feel afraid
I don't wanna be old and sleep alone
An empty house is not a home
I don't wanna be old and feel afraid
And if I need anything at all
I need a place
That's hidden in the deep
Where lonely angels sing you to your sleep
The modern world is broken
I need a place
Where I can make my bed
A lover's lap where I can lay my head
Cos now the room is spinning
The day's beginning
Asiduo
Veterano
Forero del todo a cien
Freak total
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