I wake up and I have the face of Bruce Springsteen. I am in a factory telling everyone that I am a musician and that I have nothing to do there, but they don't listen to me and laugh at me.I imagine a place with giant vaginas. Giant hairy vaginas walking hand in hand down the street. Vaginas who buy dresses, beads and jewels.I think about opening the politicians' heads with a ravioli cutter and eating the candies inside. I think the world will be a better place if it goes out of orbit, even if children continue to point their imaginary weapons at their invisible friends. I'm crazy about the idea of grabbing a katana and splitting a Frenchman in two. I remember the mornings of honey and rotten fruit. I remember leaving the car parked wrong. I think that all raped women will one day explode and leave a crater that is impossible to repair. I remember that in a few years my first album will be released and all these memories will be that: memories. Just memories.
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General Fiction"Debbie Harry and Kurt Cobain; Luca Prodan; a city that burns; a freckled girl who leaves; a war on a mysterious island and a cursed writer are the flashes that run through the mind of a teenager who suffered a motorcycle accident."
