I put the pen on the paper, but my thoughts don’t go through.
What the fuck should I care if you can’t understand me?
You’ve been nothing but poison to my free will.Your
face makes me physically ill. It’s like suffering with cholera:
my whole body can’t stand you.
Why are you still here when you know I don’t want to?
I’ve got the gun in my hands.
The deed is done.
Now look! This is your masterpiece, your love,
your one true accomplishment.