Sweet Cockroach Cocktail

* As a famous celebrity said “Whenever I watch TV and see those poor starving kids all over the world, I can’t help but cry. I mean I’d love to be skinny like that, but not with all those flies and death and stuff”. Some celebrities can’t be more stupid.

* A woman is sleeping and awakes to sulfuric acid burning on her face, leaving her disfigured. The action of a rejected lover. A man who became a monster out of jealousy. I wish this was fiction. It’s just another case of human brutality. I feel like crying.

* Slowly. It spins. Then faster. Louder. The bass makes every inch of the skin tremble. It’s dark. There’s a radioactive painting covering the wall. It used to be empty now you can barely avoid touching those around you. The Cockroach Cocktail, one of the little details of “The Flies”. A forgotten place where I used to hide. Where I made friends and lovers. I’m not homesick. I love my new home. But sometimes it’s good to remember.

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