In the anguish and equation.
Non. Repeating. Nothing so highly open to the media of as self proclaimed genius.
So I disassociate. Your subconscious pathetic attempts of rebirth as a minuscule
grandiosity. Challenge of self and horror to fit into outline of the ongoing
joke. If in you shines all light of the holy the others stumble fall behind.
Wondrous mind. Where the
fueled abortion of thought comes and penetrates. As a part of non participant relativity.
REVELATION! The judgment of self penetrating control kills me!
I AM A VIOLANTE EXPRESSION OF
SELF AMBIVILANCE OF YOUR PROJECTION!
Truth or Dare. Who is insane? On the carpet of
hair and cum, slightly twisted arms and blistered, bruised knees. Stumble. Air. Are you having a panic attack? Same
story. Medication. Smoke. Drugs. Medication. Smoke. Alcohol. 15 again. 99
again. Split in the middle. Post Op. Pre Op. SMILE. SMILE. SMILE! The world is
beautiful place. In concrete resolution center.
Pressing the weak - turned strong. Who
are you the holy drifter of self-pity. Arrogance. Fairytales tell us there is
darkness in this world, untouched. Censored. Self control.
insolitudeofintoxication
Good night and god bless,
Queen of Disorder
Sonia Dietrich
Working against self. Praying to the streetlights.
Naked in heeled boots and drunk of once mind. Constructive thinking. Whiskey. Beheaded unicorn in the room. Head on the table. Legs in metal supports. Where are animal right activists when you need them. Not delusional. Reality check - unicorn still present. Currently. Boots off - dress on. Repeat. You excite me! Cream in the middle. Blurred images. Straight back - twisted line. Silver lining. On the table there is no plaits, cloths or placement mats. No visitors and no illusions. No passengers and no curriers. Glitter falls of the eyelids. World drives itself mad. Cliche. How we love this world war parallels. I let it slide. You have your last word in this dialogue. I told it together with a smile. Pinned hard to both sides. Good grip. Tight ass. What else it there to wish for?
Learning everyday. Songs about the last day and fish in the sea. All that bullshit. The romantic gates is nitroglycerine. Why does one burn?
Ah I see. Counting all the fingers - left. Can hear voices clearly. Not one of those moments of forgotten teenagehood, it's not cool to be fucked anylonger. It's a whole different game now. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Long legs. Front tooth got cracked even more, remember when you rammed my face in full size mirror that night, in room 347? Pictures on 35mm tell tales. Reminding moments lost in drunken haze, the high state of reason. Countdown! The green light is on, we are rolling! Vomiting battery acid and swallowing cream. Throat is screaming from the cliche they put in the burn bag! COME ON - make me look at you! This is not ego that brings us here. I can see the moon. Your hand is in my hand and somehow the chaos freezes. We swallow and you count my body parts left in deferment poses around the beautiful apartment with the sea view.
Good night and god bless,
Queen of Disorder
Sonia Dietrich
BRUT
MANIFESTO
II
INDEPENDENCE IN A BURNING CELL
THE ELEMENT OF ASSASSINATION WITH A WILL TO STRIKE
A masculine suicide. A glory of a kind. The broken skin covered with deadly anticipation.
Your words are a lie. The essence of constipation. The will to surrender and apathy to strike. Eliminate the presence of promises. The joy you bring to the world. A lie. ALL A LIE! So let's dance on a grave of our fathers. Let's kill our essence in absence of thought. Let's lie till our piss stink of revenge. Your world is a non existing malice. I die in sodomy of misconception!
Father!
In the lie you call the core. In a lie you call life. In a lie of misjudged idols. Unity? Fuck unity! There is NO UNITY. A LIE! All a fucking lie. Kneel! In front of who? The element. The fucking element.
In the shadow. The killer view. The bourgeois is leaking. In puss of the swollen mind. In glory - the work of ages. Step on the milestone with a rope tighten around your weekend neck.
I will pray for you!
