A fleish, red eyes...

I sliced my wrist and licked it up. Smiling at you with such eyes that brought you terror. The white man said to me, pure innocents, sincerity. A dream. Such dreams.

Butterfly that withered back into its cocoon. Burnt by the sunrays. Nature's sarcasm. But some animals just never learnt. Sheep follow sheep. Off with its head. Im the butcher. I sliced your wrist and licked it up. Smiled at you with such demonic sincerity that dissolves your pupils to white. Sheer madness. Pure justice for such insolent behaviour.

Who are you looking at? Are you lost. Just go straight and keep going.
You look familiar.

Yeah..someone told me to walk straight and here i am again.

The straight path they said. The straight path. The right path. Leads to no where but to the beginning of it all. Beginning of this madness.

1996-


I felt sheer terror for the first time. I cant remember what happened but I only knew that I was a twisted mess.

It was a dream. 1996. I didnt know what it was about. I just saw visions. I couldnt understand them. They just scared me. I wake up from the nightmare with the fear still in me, lasting for hours.

I know what the visions are.

I was too young to understand.

But now...

what do they mean?






The answer is here. In my hand. In my head. Right. Now.

Consider. Yourself. Dead. Bitch.