Motherfucker

A choice is scorn with a smile in its face. The need for the whole is paralyzing, could never crush the bugs of possible, could never just go. I'm not waiting, I do not want it to come. The root, never the branches. The roots of everything. Not even if I had eternity. Not even. Keep on not waiting, keep on seeing the ages rottening your skin, be loyal to the choice of not making a choice. Being. And Freud said to me: Girl, you wanna possess the world. Yes, I do want to fuck the world.

If there's a Mother Earth, so I'm a very serious case of the Oedipus complex.