Archive for September, 2020

Room 218

September 30, 2020

this room’s full of flies,
but has no ceiling
an’ some sun comes by

Room 217

September 27, 2020

Can it get worse? Of course, my friend. Just go lower. Now, that‘s perverse. Blindfolded, mouthgagged, bound of course – and they even don you with earplugs. Then, with a small, round electrical bone saw, quadruple amputation takes place.
Some say the feetless and handless bodies are later placed into vetrines filled with formaldehyde, in a parody of certain notorious works of contemporary art, but that is just speculation.

Stanza 216

September 26, 2020

Sì, nonostante sia giorno – nonostante si sia nelle Stanze del Giorno –, in quella stanza di quel merdoso commissariato torturano e stuprano e ammazzano, e quel sacco insanguinato e pieno di sputacchi su quella sedia sei proprio tu che agonizzi. Sembrava impossibile, eh?

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