by Stina Kajaso
Before locked doors with cock rubbed door handles.
In all eternity.
The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.
You never give up hope.
-When I was a kid I wanted to become an exorcist, then something with mother of pearl.
Now I just want to become a shape shifter.
-Off with their heads!
And I keep dreaming of Michael. That he comes scratching me to sleep with his glitter of glove, grabs his crotch gently and whispers with a bright voice:
-It´s gonna be allright.
-Hey I love you. Dad.
-Everything is gonna be allright.
A truck filled with clowns.
And cottage cheese.
Your friends are dancing the polka dot with Mango the clown.
And you are just…
Old men dressed up like blobs of fur running towards the sunset. In backlight.
-When you want it the most there is no easy way out.
When you're ready to GO A one and a two and a one two...
And your heart's left in doubt?
Don't give up on your faith?
Love comes to those who believe it?
And that's the way it is?
They are taking our children away!
It is human, everyone can relate – like Shakespeare.
Everyone can rotate.
Like chicken on grill.
-Feed me to the dwarves.
In the cave.
Or just feed me.
-BUILD ME AN ARMY WORTHY OF MORDOR!
Goa trance go!
-You are sock.
-You are thigh high sock.
-You are victim.
Someone falls off a table in mud.
In loud German.
Standing on the top of a bed "mountain" in a flopsy morning coat while someone is blowing on chest hair with blow dryer.
Lookin at camera, lookin at you.
The hand of pleasure and terror at the orgy castle.
This is party of 2010.
These are tough times for fragile souls.
"Eat all you can strangle for only 29.99"
And I dreamt that Yog-Sothoth covered the whole world in funky slime.
Then I woke up vomiting herring in company of others.
Now I am afraid to go to bed.
With this ring I thee wed
With this speech I thee bore:
The past is a wilderness of fear.
Lola the human eater – the early years.
Manifestation over all your fears in the shape of a FUNNY clown.
And also manure.
We laugh at our lives.
Win a trip to Afghanistan.
Curtains up – a wave of applauds.
We come in dressed up like a bear wrapped in pink sado tape.
(music: clair de lune)
-They are calling us monsters.
They go like: you monsters!
Hogtied tentacle rape fantasy in the forest with fancy Mormon vampire-werewolves. And manure.
Ritual bondage FASHION. Fashion goat with fashion cross forehead?
(A large amount of blood filled condoms explode over the crowd)
U can't touch this!
(Swings a huge troll hammer over the crowd but falls backwards of its weight)
(waits for laugh)
We got IT:
Sinking and dancing and feeling great.
Holy heart failure!
-What is love?
-It's a song by that German dude.
-And all the not chosen ones rises up,
then sits down to vomit violently.
Pig says: Oink.