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Bale Out — DANCE REMIX

No me esperes a cenar

Fumándome la última colilla de cigarro, a las 5 de la mañana, mientras los demás duermen bajo el techo de sus ilusiones muertas.
Los párpados me pesan, y mi cabello apesta a sudor de la noche anterior... malditas manecillas del reloj, abriéndose de patas enfrente de mi negligencia nocturna.
Hoy no espero absolutamente nada de lo que no me pudo ofrecer el ayer.
Hoy tan solo espero poder abrir los ojos, degustar los restos de tinto escurriendo de mi piel podrida, y salir a la luz, como toda una guerrera: con la mirada refugiada en un llanto masivo y los pezones erectos degustando el aire caliente emergiendo del suelo que me verá caer en cualquier momento.

No me esperes a cenar.

[DeadAnkh]

Hoy te recordé.

COUGHING INSANITY PART II

Those Scumbags eating out from the opened Vagina, are staring at your infernal Cock as if you were the Goddess of Redemption. Those know. They know. I lied, and they think they know it all. The wine coming out from your guts is making me sick, though I drink it all, I fill myself with your stupid useless Pain, I grab your balls between my cavitys and suck them up until you faint... you fall... you always do... You do not know yourself anymnore... you don't recognize ourselves anymore... We are no longer those Scumbags eating out from the 5 year old raped bitch. We could no longer resist to our instincts. We are now Destiny's cunts. Here, have this piece of toilet paper and erase those memories coming out from your cock. Thy veins will now mutate and become weak, and will look stupid, and will hang down from your deepest despair. You are now part of this Senselss Orgy called Life. You and Me forever... alone!

COUGHING INSANITY PART I

... and so She understood that Chaos was just a product of Her Imagination. The wetness cried out by her Thies was just a sign of Weakness. The crap she was swimming in, was no longer tasty. She opened Her eyes, and the Hedious Cock was holding her Ass, like a Rat holds on to it's Cheesy Reality. The swamp was Her place to be. The Filthy Choir was singing again their song, the ultimate notes to be pronounced by such talented Corpses. They were all begging for Absolution, for an Orgasmic Melody to penetrate their sealed Hearts. They were all waiting for the moment Their Mouths collapsed into an eternal kiss. The sucking could no longer wait. The Cock was still alive, and her MotherTongue was spitting out the violence living inside Her Brain. She was forgotten by the Sperms of Wisdom. She was just the Puppet She could never be. She died in His Arms and mowned as she bleeded out Her Soul through His Fingers: His attempt to rape Her Insides. The End would never come. He would Never come. Chaos would never burst, at least, not Tonight...