i can't see, it looks like misogyny has penetrated so deeply into me that it does not give me peace and all the time makes me hate myself and curse the whole world.
homosexuality of the inner world and control of the brain scale commensurate with the world crises and the collapse of the largest empires of the twentieth century.
hit me, drop me on the asphalt pavement of an unprotected, fragile world, like girlish tears flowing down my cheeks from experiencing acute shame for misogynists.
away from the holy place, where terrible things are happening in the residential area from which dogs get cold in their veins and powder, chemical elements cease to act on the mind. misogyny is to blame for everything.
bring a clown from another city and show him the damn idiots who don't understand feminism. show them the way to the mirage of music, where onanist monkeys and miserable creatures accumulate.
all the days I thought only how the strongest attack of misogyny in my own stomach would win. how to get rid of worms eating the skin of the heels? why does the scalp peel off and why are world conspiracies in the twenty-first century?
i'm a freak, a punk's ass
my time has come to an end, the day has come when all the shit that is stored in me and the thirst for freedom from misogyny is so strong that I'm ready to throw myself out of an open window for joy.
my time has come to an end, the day has come when all the shit that is stored in me and the thirst for freedom from misogyny is so strong that I'm ready to throw myself out of an open window for joy.