"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

L’istinto omicida

Ho l’istinto di uccidere uccidere uccidere.
<seguono urla sadiche e sanguinarie>

Spaccare la testa, aprirla per vedere che cosa c’è dentro.
O meglio, per verificare che dentro non c’è niente.

Non serve a niente dirmi che sono indispensabile, adesso: avresti dovuti pensarci prima e tributarmi il rispetto che merito, la considerazione che esigo, la fiducia che dovevi. Il tempo della sopportazione è finito. Ora che le vacche mi hanno fatto scappare dalla stalla, amico, chiudi pure la porta.

Oggi di legnate ce n’è per tutti, la causa dell’arrabbiatura non mi basta: tornate a casa nani, levatevi davanti, per la mia rabbia enorme mi servono giganti.


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5 Comments
  • brianzolitudine
    Posted at 11:08h, 17 February Reply

    Minkia! E chi sarebbe ‘sto sfigato Oloferne, o seducente Giuditta?

  • Chiarina82
    Posted at 11:15h, 17 February Reply

    uh volano bassi oggi…

    mi dileguo.

    E se vuoi una mano per spaccare qualche testa…qui c’è rabbia a sufficienza per tutti :)

    Un abbraccio.

  • heraclitus
    Posted at 11:57h, 17 February Reply

    fai davvero paura, oggi.

  • utente anonimo
    Posted at 13:19h, 18 February Reply

    “Ai dogmi e ai pregiudizi da sempre non abbocco e al fin della licenza io non perdono e tocco,

    io non perdono, non perdono e tocco!”

    Bellissima “Cirano” di Guccini! vedo che abbiamo il “guccio” in comune! ciao! Silvia (sì, l’ammmooorrreee di elderion!)

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 13:47h, 18 February Reply

    eh, su tutto mi puoi toccare tranne che sull’etica professionale: per ora accontentatevi di questo.

    @ Silvia: sei piena di sorprese! Piacere di trovarti qui

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