There you are, my vomiting friend, with your back against the newspaper wall. My hands were elbow-deep in the keyboard. That sucking sound. I could kill for that. Everything went in a harmonious mix: Nirvana and instant noodles, black-polished nails and the yellow cupboard.

We were all going the same way. C'mon, give it up, stay back from me, would you? I got happy and content with my life only when she squeezed my arm.

- Freeze, sucker.

The multi-layered narration stopped abruptly. Her legs spread wide, her tongue dangling in her filthy mouth. That was just a dream. You'd better not be worrying about that.

That's what they told me in the precinct. That's what I'm going to tell at home. It was nothing. Just a dream. A nightmare. The girl, whom I wanted to try. The self-induced trial.

No, you're not organized. You're extremely systematic. You fall under any paradigm possible. Feel that. Close your eyes and drift.

"Phanthom of the Paradise". Seen that? I did. I read you, now you may go throw yourself away. Pay the rent. Work. Pay. Work. Pay. Don't you feel there's something wrong in the succession? Something repetative?

I shun back as the dog threw its mouth open. No way, dick, I'm too high on speed. Biting me is poisonous. Got that, Big Fuck?

Now you got that?

I come home late in the marning. Me and my clothes. We wash together. I cut off the sleeves of the ever-so-precious overcoat. Glam. That's what it is now.

Tie your insides in a knot, will you? Zip yourself, slut, you're shopping in the wrong place.

I'm not for people. I'm for DVDs.