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The you needs to get a 3-star room

You’re pleading to get to room

Constantly looking to find that place

That something

That somebody

And when you do the you becomes troubled and disturbed

And in that state proceed to be shocked and astonished

Can’t think of anything but dinner from room service?

The hot plate of food

The tasty fried meat

The steaming potatoes

The tender vegetables?

Friendly crusty bread

Hot chocolate dessert

Topped so affectionately with double cream

Is that the you’s only friend?

Apart from waiter who promised to bring it with great pleasure

Question: when did you notice the internal pain?

Was it before signing the cheque?

Hurt deep inside the vagina

It must be cancer

Or rape

Get to the toilet to find bright red blood

But you’re past bleeding

That something

That somebody

Question: what are those huge gashes on your right leg from the middle of the

back of the leg to the middle of the front?

What the fuck is that?

Where the fuck did that come from?

Time for a shower

A shower to wash away the filth

The memory

And get ready to examine the glory of those

Flawless Rohypnol bruises

Or GHB?

Or both?

Was it that black boy who brought dinner?

Or the bartender?

But then the you chooses not to have sex

How can you face what you can’t remember?

In 3-star room

You want to get home to huddle and shake

Huddle and shake

Shake it, you

Shake, rattle and roll it then, not cunt

Fucking shake it

Question: do I have to console you?

Talk to the you?

That you’re not a piece of crap?

When the you gets raped?

Would I abandon you?

Would I abandon a piece of crap?

Do you really think I would do that?

Why was it the you?

The cunt?

No short skirt

No fantasy hose

No flirting

Daylight

Just two drinks

Not hungry for a good hard fucking that would leave nc

Pummeled with pain inside

You want to get to hospital bed

The white womb

Patiently waiting for the you

Constantly looking to find that place

The bed for the bronchitis

(That inflammation of the lining of the bronchial tubes)

The delirium

The cellulitis (that infection of the soft tissues in the legs — lethal if not

treated with antibiotics)

The painful blood clots

The atrophying of muscles

The pneumonia (that serious infection of your lungs)

The high fever

The glamour of serious illness quoi

Selfishness

But there’s nothing wrong with that

It’s what makes the you different

Significant

Stronger than yesterday

Loneliness doesn’t hurt any more

New question: so how do you like psychiatrists?

Lucid?

Or empathetic?

But then the you just blank stares

Or says some words

And that’s the moment you rule over all life

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