The torture increases in intensity

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now i am left without any sheets on my body

so my legs are getting colder and colder

the light in the tambur are on in the wrong way

i got 2 sandwiches with almost no butter

so they taste disgusting

i got nothing to drink

they just left with a bang on the door

and this is how their rape culture works

it is in all of sweden and europe

and large parts of the world

to a lot of people

i am to be a voice to them

just like my time at radio totalnormal

they only communicated to me in a few

powerwords. when i said "you are mistreating

me, it is against the law and you know that"

was when they left.

i have had it way worse than this

and i got healed from despair

but not really anyway

there was a ghana woman

who showed interest to me on facebook

and my heart chakra pulsed for the first time ever

but it hurt, a lot. so i should never quit clozapin

again, it will be 90% horror and 9% normal

and 1% good. and dont want to get more decrepid

than this. it is now 9:30 and i have no idea when

they will come whatsoever. this is extreme

mistreatment. malnourishment too. i cant

even remember how long ago they removed

orange juice. they even had it from concentrate

so it costed next to nothing. and they call it

"juice"? i dont really get it. i could ask miss mom

if she comes on friday at all or blames some ailment

because i havent made sick fantasies about her or

had enough despair (which i dont anymore) to buy

me some blood orange juice but somehow im in a

future where money doesnt exist but getting me a

new comp where i took 1 selfie that im not allowed

to use anymore is ok? on her birthday she brought

a defrozen part of a kebab and that was it?


av Gabriel Fauci (ris och ros)


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