dead people

I see dead people. All the time, not only sometimes. They take the bus and the underground. They go what the fuck do I know where, 'cause where do dead people go? 

They go to school and they go to work. Perhaps. They go dancing and they go and knock their liver, kidney, brain unconscious. Perhaps. They ride bikes.

Dead people say they love you and then they change their minds. Dead people say they don't love you and then they change their minds. 

They kiss you and they forget they did. They kick you in the balls and they remind you all the time. 

They try to say goodbye but they never go. Fuck, go! Save your breath, they won't. 

Then you think okay, I'll go. You jump into a spaceship only to find them on Uranus, Saturn and bloody Shinjuku. Uranus. They say it's nice. I should go someday. Let's go to Uranus! They say it's nice there! 9 out of 10 dentists say: go to Uranus! It's niiiiice! Dead people agree and that's why you find so many of them there. Even as many as in Shinjuku. 

Dead people talk. God don't they! They talk too much, night and day. They won't let you sleep. They say things they shouldn't, they have huge mouths. You could walk over their teeth and never get to the wisdom tooth. What the fuck am I saying! They haven't got any wisdom tooth. You wouldn't even reach the second molar, no matter how long you walk. You'd need a base camp and countless bases and shelters. 'Cause they have huuuuge mouths. Gigantic. And they have bad weather. In their mouths. Wind. Snow. Wind and snow. In their mouths.

That's why they say things they shouldn't, dead people. Things like pass me the salt, what's the time, I like you dollface or it's too tight. 

The moment they separate their lips you're fucked. They trick you. They WILL trick you. They trick you regardless. You could have four ears and eight eyes and you would never hear/see that coming. Not in a million years. And when you know you're tricked you say you wish you never encountered them and you know you're lying. LIAR! You pathetic dead people loving liar! You can't break the spell. Get over it. And be thankful she ever had you in mind. 

Hit the wall. HIT THE BLOODY WALL! There. Shut up, hysterical. Here, a hankie. Clean up the mess. You're soaking in indignity.