“Let me tell you who they are online,” and let me tell you who they are in real life.
The facial expression of shitting and staring at the same time.
When people wish to be me, they find ways to put the nail in their own coffin.
“I assume that you are a thief so I will not work but wait for you to prove me wrong.”
Time to dress one’s work.
I will never leave this world without a fight. And if I must leave, I will still be fighting.
I am a transitioned female born with brown eyes, curly black hair, and olive skin. Here lies my personal definition of perfection; an unconditional love for the self.
I am not Quebecois, and I will never be Quebecois even though I live in Quebec among people of Quebec which it is not a race nor a country but a City belonging to other people of this country—so take that motherfucking flag elsewhere boy.
Find someone else.
“I oblige you to look at the face that is printed on the spine of this book.”
Overly feminine and overly masculine. Overly big and overly small. Overly loud and overly silent. Overly poor and overly fancy. Overly over, and game over.
I guess that is just how the human brain works by association trying to fit you inside a box where you can not be; beaten, broken, and pulled apart in pieces, but you are now aren’t you, and then put together everything makes sense leaving you farting your head off.
Sometimes it’s the little things which make me feel that I am worthy enough to be alive like that one time when I refused a piece of the cake because I sensed that it wasn’t meant for me.
When one’s work is shared and still they wonder if they should state appreciation.
Stranger; “Don’t you wanna go to the beach.”
Me; “I am the beach.”
The flat version of the poetry.
The retard version of the art.
The bullshit version of the witchcraft.
A reason to deal with you all at once—show me what you got.
People who get bullied in high school decide to take class in game design so to take it out on the player’s mind. Fucking nerd.
When you don’t belong in a craft pray criticize the work because you’d think this makes you look knowledgeable.
“Hey dude, let’s smoke it.”
Stranger; “Do you fuck on a first date.”
Me; “Do you get married on a second.”
Karma; “It is payback time, bitch.”
Stranger; “—That was a long time ago.”
Me; “Making sure I get my cut, ho.”
The clown version of the dark.