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fevereiro 15, 2007
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So who am I?
A world of greed began as I was shot in a moist vaginal canal. A moan mimics a gunshot and the race begins... a race to the end with my four million brothers and sisters. Only a few thousand sperm will reach the far end of the fallopian tube but only one sperm will penetrate the egg and fuse with the nucleus. Four million sperm: doctors, lawyers, drug addicts, pornstars, stillborns, artists, construction workers, deformities, rockstars, molesters, stockbrokers, murderers, an eviscerator. It is a close race, but sperm number 1,702,600 wiggles his flagellum faster than the rest and beats his brothers and sisters to the center of the egg. The other 3,999,999 sperm burn to death from acidity in the monster that popped me out.
I am not the one they wanted. I am the wrong one. They wanted number 1,702,598. The tall dark and handsome one. He didn't make it in time. He would have made everyone proud. He is the one who cuts his hair, dresses in faded jeans and polo shirts, showers thrice a day, and comes home and kisses his mother and father on the cheek. I'm a defect; they even would have taken number 2,789,003, the valedictorian who becomes a pediatric brain surgeon, also tall with black toilet hair and a smile that adds sunshine to a room. But they ended up with a fuck with disgusting taste for clothing. An embarrassment to the family because he wanted to end his pitiful life when he was fourteen.
I want to shoot my babies into my hand and watch them as they swim around only to find out that their existence is meaningless. I want to see the future doctors, lawyers, rock stars, retards, whoever believe that they are going to win a race but end up in a hand with their father grinning and laughing at their disposal. Number 2,885,399 wouldn't have done this…
Publicado por inquilino às fevereiro 15, 2007 07:18 PM