Feb 1 2005

July the fabrication, everything you see is not for sale, even though your temperature is rising. The distant ring of bells and Leonardo is the saving grace. Those academics are so smug to you I know. But I know just how contemptuous they really are and can be. Every single one of them, except for maybe two, were completely disappointing. And that’s their job, in some respects. They hate you if your clever, and they despise you if you’re a fool. Be wary of the folks in power no whatever who or what they are.
That wasn’t so hard now was it? – ok, now add 20 years and stir. Ah – see what I mean?
I fucking hate you all.
I fucking love you all.
What difference does it make?
Not a lot if you haven’t got a key. I know a lot of people who do not have a key, who have never had a key, and may never have a key, but I let them through my door. Yeah, I’m funny that way.
Oh I know, you don’t like it when I’m standing on the wall.
But I have a lot of friends, in spite of all your hatred and your envy towards me. All the evil that you’ve done to me. I know that I’m not perfect. I never meant to be. Why do you hate the fact I smile so much, and get so all excited about the things I like and love? You never talk to me, you only role your eyes when I show some passion for something.
It doesn’t really matter – but I know you’re really trying. Too bad you’re just the way you are.
That’s ok, you notice that I still am laughing at your jokes.
And now for something completely different: someone who has outlived all of this fucking shit, and still loves to dance around her livingroom.
Thanks for being born.