It doesn't matter anymore, I'm too tired to fight. It's not within my control, you left me by myself, and of course I got scared. My last hope was to see and to be seen. I forget to breathe, because sex, music and violence are the most beautiful things to happen to me ever since I sold my soul. To cause but remain unseen, looks easy from afar. But I live by impulse, via remote controll. But I always said no.
Noone listens. Noone hears.
The guest for tonight is Jesus. He kicked heorin. He sips his glass and water turns into wine. He tells us about his time in Saint Tropez. He speaks of giving yourself a chance, about his new Z3 - in a world full of idiots, he's standing there, first in line. Like flies on on sugar, you mean nothing. He tells the world in front of the camera, about how his gender change, or something else entirely too personal. About all the ones he really love or the ones he only blew. But he always said no.
Noone's listening. Noone hears it.
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wow.
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