Suitcase-piercing Erfahrungen

013. Colourful moments of ordinary daily

Here's the phone rings ... damn ... I do not want to answer .. . Who is it? but who cares ... and if Michelle? ... no she can not we be left without a farewell, we left in a drop of hate ... insists the phone to the devil ... behold, now is unplug the phone ... done ... that peace ... but why am I missing? ... I can not stand that spoiled child ... There are the dishes laid his his glasses ... I break them one by one ... Should I use the pieces to finally bury him ... but because I followed? ... and if I had seen ...? which coward I am! ... am a shame ... will be better to drink something strong ... now preparing for something ... here there is still a lemon ... Michelle's favorite ... damn girl ... I hate you ... had to die ... Why did not I killed? ... I would arrested ... a murderess ... but at least I was not in this state ... convicted but not humiliated ... how I miss her embrace ... how I miss her warmth in bed ... I would like to kill ... how I suffer ... but why? ... I can not explain my pain ... because she came here this afternoon? ... I want to see dead? ... and why looking at my apartment ...? What do you want more? ... I want to sleep, I lay in bed, perhaps tomorrow will all ... how I miss your breath ... his hair, his laugh and his voice ... she is suffering because of my ... always has been ... the first day I saw ... a devil ... and if I were the devil ...? and if she was an angel ...? can not be an angel does not exist pain like this ... where's the remote? ... there is nothing important on television ... the usual shit ... I want to sleep ... I want to die ... not even want to go out ... I wander in the night ... I want to drown the pain ... but that pain !!!... I do not suffer ... a hot breast on which to place the face ... Good night Michelle.
the television on without sound, one breath, that of Mark.