This is the country of a thousand screams. A man will buy some breakfast and he will scream. He will scream to the cashier who exchanges his money for bread, she will scream back because her period is too late. They both scream at each other because the silence is too confronting.
We just have to scream. It is what we do. I can run you over ten times here and the only thing you will do is scream, scream, scream. For killers such as me, all of this is insulting. All we want you to do is stop screaming, that is why we try our killing in the first place.
We sniper rifle you between your eyebrows and still you scream.
We plant a bomb between your testicles and all we hear is Ah’s-Ah’s-Ah’s.
We slash knives in your chest and always and again there is this screeching.
There is no satisfaction here. Because you feel victimised you do everything in your power to stop us from feeling gratified. All those rules and guidelines to obey, obligations to fulfil. The only thing you do not need a form to fill in for here is this most primal of urges, but let just that be the only thing I want people to stop doing.
Now stop it, will you?! Or I might just scream!
Tim van den Oudenhoven 