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"We go wandering at night and are consumed by fire"

Parasitical living - every day that i turn the pills, my grandparents chew on, into gold. The third eye in my left palm has grown a huge abscess and i think i need to take it to the doctor.

​The doors i had to open and then close again, until i reached that all-white building, left a scar. I didn't expect things would turn out so serious though.

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Three days now i'm trying to sleep on the corner of the paved square, that the king and his daughter have granted me, but every night the children and the clowns wake me up screaming, saying that it's time for vigilance and not lying on the wet floor of disease.

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The decision - i think - i have taken and the duty - i think - i have undertaken, meaning that i have to sit on the floor for years without moving an inch, must be terminated instantly. Doctor's orders.

I go down, eventually, now an then, in the sewers to look at the hieroglyphics on the walls, but to start moving for real... i haven't even thought about it yet. I only fill some small papers with faces i steal from the streets and glue them on some old photos, just for a laugh when i'm alone in the cold nights.

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The typhoon- some friends from Argentina wrote to me - is going to pass right next from the principal's house of our old school. I called to warn him, but i ended up sending him to hell for all those years he managed to steal from me. I closed the communication device and spitted on the melting glass on the window. With a decisive move i slipped out and at once climbed on the only tree in my neighborhood shouting about egoism and all the lies we have accused it for. Two old people started throwing burning crosses at me and i instantly realized  that the branches wouldn't hold me for much longer.

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I jumped on the first balcony i saw in front of me and opened the door with all the power i had left.

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I saw you crying there, but i didn't have time for this. I started bathing you with bile and tears i kept for all these years. You looked at me in wonder and started realizing the meaning of my every move.

​I haven't heard from you since and i'm afraid that you have no more lust and courage for life. 

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Injustice is a particularity they have to accept.

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