the fucked-up judge

she lives a disconsolate life overflowing with dissatisfaction, emptiness - because like a dog she has been trained, and like a dog she learnt. like an android metallica, she knows no other logic.

will she ever fuck a boy and not nose-bleed about it?
huh?
will she ever light a cigarette and puff away like a chiller bold, a chiller liberated? Like me? Like Sne?
no.

she has been indoctrinated to hate and judge, to hate herself for feeling. to be insecure to the chronic point of not being able to offer a compliment. she closes her eyes and secures a dream unreal, a longing to be a cyborg – an automation of all that is perceived to be ‘right.’
how fucked up, man? fuck you.