i like a bit of crack in the morning
i fled my bedsit,it's full of manipulative orphan girls and deprived junkies who want to tell me all about their abusive foster families and their vindictive dealers and pimps,cos there's noone else to tell it to,and the doe-eyed orphan boy who wants to tell me about that night his father beat his mother to death,but everyone thought it was a brain haemorrhage she died of,and he had to live with a murderer for too many years cos noone would believe him,they called him a liar and a nutter and they stuffed him with sedatives,he started wearing his mother's clothes,and started talking like her,and he almost lost his mind,but then his father killed himself and all was fine after that,though not really cos he was sent to a malicious foster family and he had to sleep in a tub and eat out of a dog bowl and his cruel foster father made him stand stark naked on a soap box every morning and he whipped his puny body til his blood was colouring the wood of the soap box red,and at school the older boys bullied him cos he looked so fragile and fey,and one of the older boys raped him behind the bike shed and called his mother a whore,he stabbed the boy in the belly with his penknife,the older boy died,and the orphan boy was sent to youth prison where he was sexually abused by the kinky night watch and betrayed by the social worker he fancied,he slit his wrists and was sent to the nuthouse etc etc,and then there's of course the illiterate rentboy who's compulsively wanking and cutting himself all over my unfinished stories and death threats,and who fills my bedsit with broken toothbrushes,broken bicycles,broken sandals,tyres,rusty cutlery ,used condoms,candy wrappings,headless dolls,dead starfish, blood-stained pillows,ragged table cloths and whatever trash he finds on the beach; i'm sitting on a piss-soaked bench on an empty platform,i'm hoping to be chatted up by some railway perv,or any other perv for that matter,it's cold and i'm barefoot,i'm barefoot cos i'm hoping to tread on broken beer bottles; here's a perv now,he's got a small head but sly eyes,he wants to drive me to his place and fuck me,cos a girl shouldn't be alone in a place like this at this time of the night,i'm so lucky then that he's willing to take me to his place and brutally arsefuck me and tie me to his radiator,bite my nipples off and pour scalding coffee on my groin or whatever it is he's got planned with me;there are women's clothes lying on the backseat of his car,and an ugly stuffed cat that looks at me as if i'm the most despicable minging orphan girl it's ever seen,and i probably am,the perv puts on the radio and unzips my jeans with his free hand,when we stop at the red light there's a car standing next to us,there are two boys on the backseat, they're waving at me,i would wave back but i'm giving the perv a handjob,i bury my head in his crotch in order not to see those lovely chubby kids anymore,the radio is playing an rem song,it reminds me of cruel endless summer afternoons and being put on a soap box and being whipped til the soap box coloured red;his house has a thatched roof,the living room is huge,he's got a fireplace,there are sordid oil paintings hanging on the walls: battlefields and hunting scenes,a woman is carrying a bearded man's head on a plate,a man is being skinned,horses are breaking their legs,a wee fox is being attacked by three malicious dogs;i ask the perv if i can have something to drink,something alcoholic please,but i have to suck his cock first,his cock tastes of cheap pastry and iron,he cums in my mouth,i spit out his cum in my palm and ask to use his bathroom;his bathroom is clean and white,i could live here,i stare at my reflection in the mirror,i look ghastly,there's something wrong with my skin,i wash away the spunk and spittle,and go back to the living room,the perv is reading a book on zionism,i get dressed and he asks me where do i think that i'm going??,i'm going home,not before i arsefuck you are you going home,bitch;he arsefucks me and it really hurts,i squeeze one of the pillows that lies on the couch,there's a pheasant on it,it looks a bit gloomy,it breaks my heart,he's shrinking inside me,he spits on the back of my head,gets off me and puts on his clothes;i leave his house,i don't look back,i meet many wounded animals,i stroke this one-eyed black cat that's really affectionate and grateful,it purrs so loudly that it wakes up the whole neighbourhood,i roam the streets til dawn,i fall asleep on a piss-soaked bench on a crowded platform.
i fled my bedsit,it's full of manipulative orphan girls and deprived junkies who want to tell me all about their abusive foster families and their vindictive dealers and pimps,cos there's noone else to tell it to,and the doe-eyed orphan boy who wants to tell me about that night his father beat his mother to death,but everyone thought it was a brain haemorrhage she died of,and he had to live with a murderer for too many years cos noone would believe him,they called him a liar and a nutter and they stuffed him with sedatives,he started wearing his mother's clothes,and started talking like her,and he almost lost his mind,but then his father killed himself and all was fine after that,though not really cos he was sent to a malicious foster family and he had to sleep in a tub and eat out of a dog bowl and his cruel foster father made him stand stark naked on a soap box every morning and he whipped his puny body til his blood was colouring the wood of the soap box red,and at school the older boys bullied him cos he looked so fragile and fey,and one of the older boys raped him behind the bike shed and called his mother a whore,he stabbed the boy in the belly with his penknife,the older boy died,and the orphan boy was sent to youth prison where he was sexually abused by the kinky night watch and betrayed by the social worker he fancied,he slit his wrists and was sent to the nuthouse etc etc,and then there's of course the illiterate rentboy who's compulsively wanking and cutting himself all over my unfinished stories and death threats,and who fills my bedsit with broken toothbrushes,broken bicycles,broken sandals,tyres,rusty cutlery ,used condoms,candy wrappings,headless dolls,dead starfish, blood-stained pillows,ragged table cloths and whatever trash he finds on the beach; i'm sitting on a piss-soaked bench on an empty platform,i'm hoping to be chatted up by some railway perv,or any other perv for that matter,it's cold and i'm barefoot,i'm barefoot cos i'm hoping to tread on broken beer bottles; here's a perv now,he's got a small head but sly eyes,he wants to drive me to his place and fuck me,cos a girl shouldn't be alone in a place like this at this time of the night,i'm so lucky then that he's willing to take me to his place and brutally arsefuck me and tie me to his radiator,bite my nipples off and pour scalding coffee on my groin or whatever it is he's got planned with me;there are women's clothes lying on the backseat of his car,and an ugly stuffed cat that looks at me as if i'm the most despicable minging orphan girl it's ever seen,and i probably am,the perv puts on the radio and unzips my jeans with his free hand,when we stop at the red light there's a car standing next to us,there are two boys on the backseat, they're waving at me,i would wave back but i'm giving the perv a handjob,i bury my head in his crotch in order not to see those lovely chubby kids anymore,the radio is playing an rem song,it reminds me of cruel endless summer afternoons and being put on a soap box and being whipped til the soap box coloured red;his house has a thatched roof,the living room is huge,he's got a fireplace,there are sordid oil paintings hanging on the walls: battlefields and hunting scenes,a woman is carrying a bearded man's head on a plate,a man is being skinned,horses are breaking their legs,a wee fox is being attacked by three malicious dogs;i ask the perv if i can have something to drink,something alcoholic please,but i have to suck his cock first,his cock tastes of cheap pastry and iron,he cums in my mouth,i spit out his cum in my palm and ask to use his bathroom;his bathroom is clean and white,i could live here,i stare at my reflection in the mirror,i look ghastly,there's something wrong with my skin,i wash away the spunk and spittle,and go back to the living room,the perv is reading a book on zionism,i get dressed and he asks me where do i think that i'm going??,i'm going home,not before i arsefuck you are you going home,bitch;he arsefucks me and it really hurts,i squeeze one of the pillows that lies on the couch,there's a pheasant on it,it looks a bit gloomy,it breaks my heart,he's shrinking inside me,he spits on the back of my head,gets off me and puts on his clothes;i leave his house,i don't look back,i meet many wounded animals,i stroke this one-eyed black cat that's really affectionate and grateful,it purrs so loudly that it wakes up the whole neighbourhood,i roam the streets til dawn,i fall asleep on a piss-soaked bench on a crowded platform.
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