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Dancing To The Music Unknown

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By Mescaline BrissetPublished about a year ago 1 min read
Photo by Sérgio Alves Santos on Unsplash

Trapped by society. They all crave fun and games every night.

Françoise too. She wouldn’t be herself without a shot of vodka on Saturday night. Or whisky mixed with a bitter kiss at the Cat Club. Lekking behaviour exhibition.

She oftentimes asked for ‘Angela’. In the long run, spiking is a criminal offence.

Her escapism from everyday life was marked by AIDS. Purple patches covered his back from nape to anus. She never asked.

Later, after being hospitalised with only 220 T-4 cells, she found out about Kaposi's sarcoma. It was too late then.

She didn’t make it past 30.

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Mescaline Brisset

if it doesn't come bursting out of you

in spite of everything,

don't do it.

unless it comes unasked out of your

heart and your mind and your mouth

and your gut,

don't do it.

so you want to be a writer? – Charles Bukowski

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