Firstly, we have been chatting. He was heavy depressed, asked me for common self-saw-lifeouting, and cryed that his life has not a meaning, global idea, "big and fluffy dream", and other that imho not necessary for life similar-meaning mazzafucking-poebotine. I was a quite few oupoorrott at the moment, and ready for long, hard, meaningless and relentless graphomaniac hardwork seance - just because I can, and it's some pleasantly - playing with my languages, using skills and patterns of these, experiment with different constructions, structures and rules of them, and reading for my mind game resulted as bright texts.
Commonly, this night I spent to generate smth pretending for poesy naming, which absorbed him cryes, diluted by my own poisoned melancholy that can't be shared with anyone, and live social talking (but really - a need GF into totally single-played way) unresolved need [but better would be bio-problems-free talking] and own periodical intimate interactions with my body's veins in presence of my own doctor, Ph. D. Mr. Bayan Cub-Two.
Globally, it's concretely written in Satan paradigm - devil worship rituals, that's also reality-escaping self-murder, all included. That's my vysier. Please, be kind enough, provide me [harder translate become hardest] a hard dick-drug-move-drop refreshing dragging-walking, and then generously coat/smear me totally by fresh, healthy and odorous criticalias.

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T.L.E.N. and pain and crazy looking for a vein, at night satanic rain cursed will to living.
So many years surviving astray between the endless pain and persistently deprivation feeling.
In clandestine Satana's sanctuary of spiritual, you have to do self-murder worship sacrificing ritual.
Let's start a chain, just cut till blood your any vein – there, up above, you are deadly forgotten.
And here all your faiths, and hopes, and dreams, and wills already are disappearing and rotten.

But endless suffocating, soul-corrosive reality will lost in moment all her burning actuality.
All what you need – its just to little die, and get the rest in that dimensions that known best.
Just look, everyone hates you even stronger than self you hate yourself, globally seems -
That world dont have no one reason staying here little longer even for a moment.

Why not escape immediately, just now and here? Your own magic, secret door to every space.
A chance for leave and for completely releave from this fulled by heavy sadness world.
So take the blade, start sulfurous, unholy, maniacal worship ritual, just cut a veins deeper and along!
Unholy lamb, self-immolated bloody priest, and divine soul trapped to eternal Satanic slavery!