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the scissor girls

It’s weird being a bob, but i‘ll get used to it.

No one screamed, no one even asked why.
It was just like everything had somehow, quietly died.
So let it die!
I can‘t recall much of what happened next.
I was on my way to visit this woman I‘knew.
All we had in common was good sex,
And now I‘couldn‘t even remember her address.
A group of us, just strangers, got together and we formed a committee to discuss the problem.
We talked about things like assured mutual destruction and emotional responsibility.
I couldn‘t remember my name, so I‘called myself bob.
It’s weird being a bob, but i‘ll get used to it.
I have to.

weil scheisse fressen und sehen nicht weiter hilft.

Wenn das mitzudenkende des Baumes oder der schönen Blumen im Sonnenlicht, welches das erschauern ist, zu einem fetisch erstart, so bedeutet dies das die negation unmöglich wird, das die katastrophe dadurch zu einem angebeteten götzen sich formt.