One day I knew a girl who wants to kill herself.
Even when nothing sad was going on inside and his smile was truer than the most of the wise.
It was an existencial trip, because nothing has appear to her and his will.

Not even an alien in the sky.
Not even a ghost waiting with a ¡WHOA!.
Not even a vampire who can take her for a ride.
Not even some good fellas to get tired, bored and deny.
Not even some cruel demons like her and his malicious plan.
Not even a real god like me to taste her with bondage.

—To conquer all the world, ¡fuck them all!.
Then she sell her anarchy to the best monarchist, then make a revolution and kill the queen, realizing her own fun empire with his foes and enemys, ¡then blowing all them together!, burning the republic with his dearly huge army, admiring nine/eleven, blood, dreams and the war of peace.

Lauguing his hearth out.
—¡Hail my whole!, ¡to create a beutiful home, trees has to be cut!.
She offer night and day to his romanticist thoughts.
—A double suicidal with my lover when we are the last on this show.
—¡I will not make it alone!, ¡will take it all!, all for my greatest joy, ¡my closed eyes are only watching my awakened soul!.
—Otherwise will not be happiness, ¡get them to despair!, they pray and call for themselves when ¡hunger!, ¡violence! And the epidemic diseace is harrasing the infirmity, satisfyieng the death over the seas, when they should be hoping and saying if I want some more, give me more vital guns and those atomic bombs, to give them my fire, fireworks.

Always to the end who never comes, come to see it, goddamit or everything will be lovely worse.

This is not an advertency, not an advise, just a fact, call her a menace, cause she is crazy as fuck.

And the most spooky thing is that she get what he wants, kill them all and never get caught, because nothing has appear in her rainbow of dark, in his trouble redly purple mind there was none to made him stop the Ragnarök crushing the earth.

Not even an alien in the sky.
Not even a ghost waiting with a ¡WHOA!.
Not even a vampire who can take her for a ride.
Not even some good fellas to get tired, bored and deny.
Not even some cruel demons like her and his malicious plan.

¡She is a serpent, winged feathers like Quetzalcoatl!, waiting for the lion, partner beyond the speed of light, she is him, he is her and in every life resurrects in every begin, searching for the mate who is himself that will take her to the final of times no matter where, blooming the madness united with the cosmos outside, the only one who touch her own inner side.

However..., there is nothing left but all of herself in the entirety of universal greatness, Demiurge is myself where she is just a part, the only star weeps his wondering anger or delight, forever and endless, cursed or blessed, to navigate the macro of her/his own “prosperity”, again and again for eternity, giving reason to his delectation of the seventh heavens...