Oh, this is a curse. All evil and ugliness are with me,
and my limbs lose their shape like a sleep. My face, my body, my mind,
the symmetry that should have been in my body and mind since that day is broken, lost.
When I stretch out my hand, the number of fingers is remarkable;
when I stretch out my arm, it branches out like mistletoe.
The legs become tentacles in mid-stride, and the skin glistens with a toxic, hyperchromatic glow.
On its face are many eyes, many mouths, and many noses. Her breasts are numerous,
her nipples are so large that they cover her skin, between her breasts is the female genitalia,
and her legs and fingers, which sprout from her torso, turn into a phallus, and rape me and my body.
Anger, hatred, envy, the ears that arise from the skin of the skin,
the mouths that open to every fingertip deliver their vindictiveness to me.
There is no salvation, there is despair. There is no light, there is darkness.
There is no order, there is chaos. Everything in my body has lost its boundaries, fusing and regenerating.
The arms that have sprouted again tear me apart, the legs that have sprouted again kick me to pieces,
and yet this body is still in a state of stubbornness. And yet, this body is robust and strong,
and even the scattered me mingles with me again. I no longer know who I was. There is no light in my eyes,
no luster in my skin, and when I open my mouth, warm breath escapes with a gasp from my throat,
which has been deformed into a series of twisted tumors behind sparse, uneven teeth. Hell is with me.
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