Good morning – she says. She says good morning with that special passion and breathing of a hangover maniac not knowing her place in this world. She doesn’t know where to go and what to do. She looks at me with aggressive invitation to something sticky and rotten. And it makes me laugh. I don’t want any sticky rotten bullsh#t, I don’t want to see her room and play her games. I ain’t gonna buy her any drinks, pay for taxi or kiss her dry lips. It’s just ridiculous and miserable. Why do they think that playing these sticky vicious games will make anyone happy? I’m not the one to ejaculate every time some weird or even normal person invites me to play wicked love in a pink room. Why should I? It’s funny and stupid in the end. This is not me in the end. So I just smile and say – good morning! – And she’s got it all. She knows it ain’t gonna work so she hates me. She starts chasing me with a rusty knife in her shaking right hand. She screams dirt; she’s not flirty and hungry anymore. She’s just a pathetic woman with a knife in her hand. Her nails, her shoes and her hair – everything is wicked and mad. She wants to taste revenge. She wants me to suffer. Stupid b#tch. Her eyes are poisoned with sickness of a woman who’s missed all the chances in her life to achieve something really light and good. She’s made her choice some years ago. And now she’s sorry but nothing’s to be fixed no more. So she wants to make ME pay for that. She wants to stab me. But sorry, I ain’t gonna listen to this crap. I’d rather listen to the Stabs.
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Homeless Records: https://homelessrecords.bandcamp.com/album/dirt
