I don’t normally get hungry when I watch to art documentrys
i try now to ignore it -
the fact that I’m not in a documentary
the fact I’m hungry
I would aim for something else right now,
maybe a fancy wine or authentic bread
but really all i want is a tuna melt.
I started a job
a ‘proper job’
there is nothing ‘proper’
TAKE a bit out of a biscuit
its all cute and nice,
then blind someone with sugar granules
and then you might feel better.
- look at you
- eat some food
- dress yourself
- breathe in
- let your children be free
- be grateful
we are all so sad because we cant appreciate normal life
Take me bowling
let me be your little angel and princess,
win me teddybears from slot machines
and feed me and tuck me in bed at night,tonight.
you love me because im your baby.
listen to me talk in my sleep and try not to get paranoid about it,
i dream nightmares anyway.
take me bowling and mock me as I try and pick up the heaviest bowling ball.
Buy me a glass of fizzy brown drink with ice cream on top.
I LIKE PUTTING MY TIARA TO GOOD USE.
I would try to write some poetry,
but im afraid that I would fail you.
I would try to be right about my writing
and im worried that ill concern you.
fizzy drinks - go pop - on your - tongue
Im cruising through these games
and most of them have their packages out -
as if skin showing makes you a killer -
dont they know?
Its actually an elaborate costume.
BTW , IM BACK
i dont know what clothes to wear,
that is what makes me/it raw.
If I could pick anyone to document my taste
as if anyone was interested in reading and exploring it,
i would have picked you.
if you were there at my birth and at my death
standing all along with a camera
to make a film to debut, an article to break, an art piece to display.
basically - ignore my cluttered words just there
im trying to say something meaningful .
If you’re entertainment relied on my actions ,
no matter how lazy i felt,
i would try my best to improve myself
if just to make you enriched for seconds
on your birthday.
sorry maja, that was crap
i mean carp.
I didnt exspect to see you here
at the burger joint in my mind, the joint being an actual hinge between breads.
perhaps another time you can scream for me
scream for me like winter screams for summer days
so someone somewhere can actually enjoy the ideal of the future winter
and not hating the present one.
have i lost my touch ?
havent you lost yours ?
oh wait a second
stop ? ok just stop for a second,
or a minute.
YOU NEVER HAD TOUCH
its still yours to experience
i have sharp pains at the back of my head
and you are not here
so fuck you
u r a sharp pain in many places
u put ice drops in my heart.
u throw away my honest callouts
and u treat my words with casualness
as if you will always hear them,
or have experienced not hearing them and do not care anymore.
i want it back
i want it back
i want my life back
i want it bk
i want my words bk
i want my mind bk
i want my love bk
my love bk
my mind bk
my everything bk.
I WANT TO BE ABLE TO TELL YOU WHAT MY EVERYTHING IS WITHOUT EMBARRASSMENT
i wanna shout and scream
and cry and kiss
i want to be honest again
but im afraid of your honesty.
now you dont care anymore.
to write a pop song right
u wanna f u c k
wanfa be ok
wanfa be ok with
fuck up - no
wise up - no
wise up - yes
WE ALL NEED DIFFERENT IMPROVEMENTS.