Human Software

You're rotten with rotten human software.
There are Ministry of Emergency Situations officers and some wolves in plain clothes walking under the windows.
They wink at each other: where will he go next?, to the morgue or straight to the sea?
I'm blown up like in a wild dream - run!
Clamping his mouth with both hands.
This is what they teach in a special school for downs: run over rusty tin cans!
It's more fun that way! You are becoming different from everyone else.
You become someone. Or something: blue tiles in a public closet, a panel torn from the wall in shit...
I wash away the blood with cold water. Anything psychedelic rises to the throat and churns.
I promise to kind of crystallize... But don’t believe me!: there’s a buzzer in your head, and at exactly eleven or fifteen your liver will fail. Sadly...
This is such a new art movement - to cut the world according to the patterns of madness.
I ask you to rest somewhere in the scraps of a forgotten mummy.
Just give me a few bucks joke around in unsightly 'Piter', to make coitus with a chimpanzee in the 'Piter's' zoo. Teach him unfamiliar poses.
Otherwise, a primate has intercourse in a primitive way, like a collective farmer...
It’s dripping, drip-drip, rain on the open brain.
Through sleep he casually whispers: “I’m the only faithful accomplice in this matter.”
It was like a decree - to live from principle. again and again.
Specifically from this until the next Black Monday...
...The woman was talking to a monument to one of her exes, cleaning up on autopilot.
I propped myself up on my elbow. The unshaven mirror image bared its teeth:
There is nothing left until the opening of the required point.
...Nothing terrible, infinitely, indefinitely, devastatingly happened...
Clinical stories are always exciting, like asking
in words: acedia, stupor... The head doctor burbles through his crowns as if through a megaphone: "on the table!".
...I repeat, fuck it: the woman was talking to the monument. With the marble shadow of her husband.
She said: "sleep sweetly, I don’t need anything from you anymore.
True, besides you, I had another one, like a civilian. But let's not talk about it, okay?"...