Hunger - A short short story

The fly flies as flies do. Our cats are fuzzy and cute. All my dreams might come true, if I work hard and settle for nothing less than the unimagined. Wicker-wacker, are you a Wanker? Guess who did your mother last week? Twice. In a day. Everyday. Fuck you punk, unless you're trying to get dead, don't love without passion. I kill for less, love for more and write like I've never written before.

You make me sick. Come any closer, and I'll throw up in your mouth and force you to swallow. Hate is a contradiction, love is a lie. The truth comes near when you piss into your neighbours postbox. All lies are genuine, all truths are like clouds - fluffy. Go home, grow up, and if you're as twisted as the guy next door, fuck everybody in sight. All the pretty ladies, all the handsome gents. Give it to them hard, they are begging for it.

My girlfriend sleeps like a princess of the fuckaway-bellybutton-asses. Our cats run around, some want food, some want water. Each and everyone of them licks their own behind. Except my girl, she don't bend that well. I do love her, you know. One day when we are old and gray, I will still sit beside her, watching her smile in her dreams. When she's awake, she makes me laugh like no one else has ever done.

Caramel, lick the sweat from my naked body. All is true, all is lies. Everyone dies and now it's your turn to throw the dice. If you get a six, you win, everything else leads to hell. Are you sure you want to play? There is no return, no mercy and absolutly no rules. The baddest, meanest and the smart will come up on top. You just prepare to lay down and roll over. Cats walk over dogs, as they have no masters. Cats always get a six.

My coffee is brown, I like it with milk. No sugar though. And sometimes I drink it black. Coffee is the nectar of the sleepless Gods and Goddesses, and it is my dope. Always wanting, always needing, the hunger within roars. Get off! I do want to live, die and be divine. Nothing matters but the truth.

Hunger. Thirst. Basic needs, like love and hate. All things eternal in the land of dreams. Fleeting in the world of truths. Live as you would have died yesterday, always wanting more, never accepting less. Is it always a matter of fact, a matter of belief? If I am God and God is good, am I all the evil in the world? Don't say the words you are scared to face in the dark. Speak your mind if you are willing to go all the way and stop for nothing.

All doors are closed. Hunger awaits. If you are truly as crazy as you claim, open the door and let it out.

Do not run.