Geniuses open their windows at night,
geniuses open their knives in the most enlightening darkness.
Today I am gonna murder this folk…
Oh man…he is a genius too,
but more of a surrealistic one.
I am gonna drink beer with him…I am gonna fuck his woman…and then at the right time I am gonna bisect him like an uneven log.
There will be blood, there will be lots of blood,
there will be music, and there will be truth in that immersion.
I have been murdered before and from that I have found my inspiration of killing the shits away.
Okay…okay, the night is young…the moon has started reflecting coldness…the time is right,
women’s are asleep… perhaps my woman too,
the bongos are on fire…
This is the time I need to take my weapon and make a murder out of this typewriter.
The cigarettes are on…the drinks come by… there’s Bim..Bim…Bim…Bim…
I am gonna open my windows once I finish the crime.

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Photograph: Raistlin Crowe.