death by a studentbook: murder or suicide?

can you feel how the world is just pulling you down? everything you do is everything you have to do, everything you say is everything you're expected to say and everything you create is everything the surrounding society approves.

these are the words i wrote in spring and, i wouldn't have believed it then as i still don't, but things have actually changed. everything i do is everything i shouldn't do, everything i say freaks people out 'cause this is some real obscure shit i speak out there and everything i create, well... i wrote a school poem about my mother's modest fur under the skirt. but just a modest one.

well, may i conclude, i'm a twisted fuck (which, in my opinion, is the most beautiful offending line ever written)

and that's how i roll, that's what i think about in the class, behind the ussr kitchen table, eating another piece of a fucking bread, i think about the most beautiful offending line ever written. i think it's now appropriate to say that i'm a one twisted fuck. 'cause ain't it rebellious to use 'a' and 'one' next to each other and in a bloody one sentence? my english teacher would fucking murder me with a common studentbook if i told her that. but oh, i wouldn't mind, i'd think it'd be appropriate to say that she's a one twisted fuck. or i just wouldn't use something that beautiful on something that ugly. basic mathematics.

bazaar delavie

what were you going to buy in dubai was not what you bought in new york


you were pissed off

but you never realised that
all the time
every day
each minute
of your filthy life

you were pissed on