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Much too late, weary creatures unable to find sleep wanders down the streets. It is such a night, where the wind petrifies my gloomy features and I dance and clash with the darkness of the night.

Groaning in a period of restlessness, I jump back into the valley of banality.

Shadows follow and whispers poison into my ear. Go and enter this gathering of personalities and drink, drink now!

I push myself forward to the bar while I arrive at my destination, wet of the merciless clouds. Immediately, I take refuge in a corner. After the passing of two glasses of cheap poison, a woman stands right in front of me. She is dressed in a long grey coat and has her hands covered in bearskin gloves. Only the pink tips of her fingers are visible. They are sticky and she raises her hand, while making its way to my nose. I look at her sceptically.

‘It’s delicious,’ she says and pushes her fingertips into my mouth. A sweet taste oozes in. My petrified face forces a smile and the lips mumble ‘yummy’. She rubs her behind against my leg and then disappears merrily, hopping into that dark heavy coat.

I wasn’t recovered yet when another creature stands next to me.

A female with a cigarette and far too narrow leather pants. As her eyes stare upwards, she asks:

‘Do you know some people here?’
‘Nope,’ I answer confidently. She takes a sip from my beer.
‘And you?’ I ask.

She goes away.

Okay ignore me. If nothing more interests you about me, then I’m also not interested.

There she comes back, after chatting with another male. Half drowned, she crawls on top of me and whispers that she wants to have fun. She grabs her hand toward my half stiff sword and wants to squeeze it. I feel my weapon slacken. And behold, her friend also wants to come to me. Such a sap in a pantsuit and leather jacket. He enters our private space and reaches out with his oozing tongue. I push him away. He begins to yell at me, she at him, he at her and all at each other.

After some financial aids the trouble was done, the quarrel bribed.

I go to find me a new corner, far away from here. I shuffle forward, trying not to slip on the mud-covered floor. Then my being is caught by a miracle of a woman, a wonder woman without the Marvel suit.

She, sobbing on a bench. I, shrink down.

My eyes began to bleed and my mind – oh well, let’s be silent about that. So, I put myself beside her.

‘Can I help you with something?’
What was I supposed to say? She didn’t respond.
‘Would you like something to drink?’ Still nothing and my feet bathing in that delicate fluid leaving her eyes.

There, an Angel comes. She puts herself beside her. A miracle. Both begin to talk softly, fear losing their voices, soft and sweet. I just catch a few words, words coming from a soap opera.

‘I’m sorry, can you forgive me?’

Her weeping disappears and lust appears, right next to me, they lick their wounds. A little too much.

Now that corner has also had its turn. Anxiously and upset, violated and drunk, I search the bar of the renegades to empty a last cup of poison. A man next to me, chatting at the bar, tells me about the women in his life. He brags of the many “kinds and colors” he had. I ask him what kind of work he does.
‘I work in a mortuary.’ He laughs and begins to cry.

Hurry, go outside! Where the morning sun already greets my being, and throws me shadows cast by bare pine trees, stabbing like razor-sharp knives into the neglected flesh of this earth. After an undetermined time, I reach the corner of my little room.

To find sleep, I first turn to an old playboy with “Shannen Doherty” in lingerie.

Sleep found me, soon, too late, too soon.