I Want A Dyke For President

 

^^^^ my best of the internet for now. Check it.

Also, not to take anything away from the video, but please don’t read this space for the best of the internet. Or the best of anything.  This is no place for that. We deal with real dirty shit here. ( We {?], question that mark}) Low thugs, punks and see through all laid bare whimsical weird not popular wanting real “practical” “sorted” (hopefully atleast aesthetically sorted ( God you don’t know how much I hate this word. sorted–the opposite of snorted. You cannot because you don’t fucking exist. ***Also fun fact- I have been accused of calling Jesus Christ Santa Claus or vice versa. I don’t know how that makes sense. Don;t remember the context either. My Instagram is weird but also keep in mind, its not a cool weird or the kind of weird that gets people going, oh wow she keeps it real or I know what she means but really the kind of weird people don’t care about { which works for me. Also I don’t want to talk about my Instagram cos I don’t really give alot of shits. It’s random af.**** {%+ yet dreamy jobs/life/friends vibe only. Plz.

Also my attitude towards commas is exhausting really. Why does it even exist? ( I meant the attitude not the comma). How the fux am I harbouring dreams of starting my own publication house or whatever  [[which I currently want to call soap } even like existing. In this blog I just use them wherever. Like what the fuck. Will work towards seeping that grammar and style and what not into my system or something but for now  I want a dyke for president/prime minister. Actually I want the entire government to be from the LGBTQ and then quotas for like straight people or something. Or fuck straight people. Maybe my next blog post should be about does anyone want to fuck straight people anymore? Maybe that’s why I am still not fucked. yeah. OBVIOUSLY THAT’S IT. I have cracked the code. What an absolute load of shit. Great.

A good forever to you too!

6:56 PM, 6/17/2017

Because A can quote these very very calmly without airs and all because Björk is genius and he loves her SO SO much . One of his only icons ever.

Since I met you
This small town hasn’t got room
For my big feelings

Violently happy
Cause I love you

Violently happy
But you´re not here

Violently happy
Come calm me down
Before I get into trouble

I tip-toe down to the shore
Stand by the ocean
Make it roar at me
And I roar back

Violently happy
Cause I love you

Violently happy
But you´re not here

Violently happy
Overemotional

Violently happy
I’ll get into trouble
Real soon
If you don’t get here
Baby

Violently happy
Cause I love you

Violently happy
I’m aiming too high

Violently happy
It will get me into trouble
Violently happy
I’m driving my car
Too fast
With ecstatic music on

Violently happy
I’m getting too drunk

Violently happy
I’m daring people
To jump off roofs with me

Only you
Can clam me down
I’m aiming too high

Soothe me

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what comes after is predicable. lack of nothing. of the free of the belonging of the nothing. nothing but and nothing and. and it is the thought of the lack of or the want of the more. Always read        y to dig in, and dig up

 

 

 

 

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to consume                       ate drank drink. Jokes on you already drunk passed puked screamed      PPPPfaUUUUUckkkkkkEEEEE  with a capital J

scrambled letters make words make most

from what you get or what you don’t

what defines me

my lack the white negative space that carved the outlined shapes

 

lack of the inside outside                                                                        and the in between

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Yo with a capital Y and Yo with an exclamation mark

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The strange things and the true things

misgiving.s Question that mark

and the strange                                                                                                          w i l d t hi n g s

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I cannot sleep for more than four hours at a time nowadays but I try anyways. I CAN NEVER WAKE UP FOR MY YOGA CLASSES AND I WANT/NEED YOGA AND ALL MY MONEY IS PHFUSHHH JUST COS I CANT SLEEP ON TIME. WTF. AM I A TWO YEAR OLD FUCKING KID OR WHAT. Hashtag fun Hashtag not your average cool girl hashtag not yours hashtag not average cool either. Listening to The Lemon Twigs and watching Party Girl. Their aesthetic is so cool. I want to burn all my fat along with all the clothes in my closet, colour my hair purple, cut it even shorter and never not wear kick ass boots/block heels/yellow eye shadow or glitter. I also don’t want to do anything. I don’t want to write or read or study or read or watch anymore stuff or listen to other cool stuff. Everything is already there on/in ( I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ANYMORE) the Internet, why the fuck am I writing here. Who gives a shit? I don’t.  I just want to sit in my room all day locked inside alone in the dark drinking jasmine flavoured green tea till everything subsides and I become a fat vampire and am shunned from the entire vampire community because everyone knows that vampires don’t do fat. I love that they cannot come out in the sun. I wish I didn’t need to come out in the sun. That’s my idea of fun.  I think I want to start a series, maybe a fat girl series. Like fat girl eats salad. Fat girl eats the only vampire that ever loved her. Fat girl eats everything. Everything except cow. The cow eats the fat girl.

Anyways, I am super free {{what is free? And when I am free I don’t want to do anything but at the same time harbour these fucking idiotic as fuck, headache inducing whats them called, something lesser than ambitions/ goals ( It’s generic as fuck hashtag what is my fucking point {{                                                                                                                {

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)I read Citizen: An American Lyric by Claudia Rankine. It was awesome and I was crying  loads. I think I need vitamins or something.