Afflatus Archives
My blogs
| Gender | Male |
|---|---|
| Location | Where the streets had no name |
| Introduction | This evening, Equus arrives. "Hi, I am ugly. I am the Elephant man, the Indian woman, and the Asian hypocrite. Just like you. I have hope - only the pursuit of it. But then, I should be happy. Yet, I am not. Just like me. I only want to save myself. And I don’t need to hate you. I just want not to care for you. Anyone of you, some of us, all of them. I can’t even help myself. I won’t help you. I shall not help anyone. Yet, I can’t help it all. Who doesn't exist - never did. Why isn’t a question. What is only an answer. But that is all that matters. Just like us, just like them. Just like anyone. Or does it? Between bench and bedside, there are many lies. And an operating table. I can do anything, and I will. Because I have nothing to do. The question is: What can you do for me? Let me take you beyond the curvature, to the circle of love, in the angle of hate, through an illusion of trust. I can act tragic, I shall sound funny. I will want nice. And I always need more - more money, less food and a lot of sex. One night, of all nights." Anyone? |