“Queen Jane”
“Queen Jane”
I didn’t… fuck, no I didn’t
That didn’t happen, no it…
Did it? No, not possible.
I can’t do that.
Can I?
Could I?
Did I?
I didn’t rape her. That’s not me, I didn’t, I…
Shit what if I did?
Did i?
I couldn’t
But
We drank a lot and smoked some
What if
My God what if
Holy Fuck what if
Dear God what if
Forgive me in advance
Sweet Jesus Hear My prayer
Jürgen Klinsmann hear my prayer
If I did
I didn’t
But if
Judas knaws on my bones for eternity
And I fucking deserve it.
Shit.
This is a sacrament one has rightfully earned.
There are bottles broken, there are needles. We partook of both, I think? Fuck. What happened? We fucked, I remember that. There’s not much else. There were lights, we went someplace with lights… not much else.
Lights and fucking: essentially what life in the twenty-first century amounts to, essentially the only reasons for existing. When it comes down to it, what else is there in life? Love, I guess, which is more or less fucking in so many terms and light, be it of the literary or the lovely sort.
You partake of pleasure or of pain; you grant one to the other and never inflict the other to the other. What kind of person depends on which you choose to do.
