I hope someday someone will take the juices out of me
and will grow both of us inside her.
I hope that creation will bring nothing in this world…
I hope all these twisted caricatures of biology will disappear one day…
I am a genius without intelligence and perseverance,
I don’t come with obligations to be another story of prolific successfulness.
All I do is drink, fuck observe and press the typewriters of my souls…
and find a native place in the corners of every frolicking cities.
I was never meant to be a solitude craving Bushman nobody ever means to be that,
stop making heroes out of them…
stop making lunatics out of them…
Don’t try to understand them, don’t try to understand me…
Just let me indulge in intercourses with beautiful women without any aspirations of propagations,
Just let me be in my corners without any attentions and bloody motivations.

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Photograph: Google.