(no subject)
Today I treated myself to an organic t-shirt.
Yeah, motherfucker.
This time next week I hope to be drowning in alcoholism. My dissertation will be well and truly over; and to celebrate, I want to perform in self-destructive acts because I have no mind.
On the dissertation: I think I am a fully fledged artistic genius.
I've written the baddest motherfucker in post-modern art. My script is impossible to perform. I've written in streams of consciousness and it makes no logical sense. I'm a happy bastard.
I've got a pain in my face. Like I've been shot and someone's sticking their finger into the shot wound.
That's clearly a lie, I have no knowledge of what it's like to be shot, and if it was that bad, I would not be able to type this now.
Rimbaud is like horse porn. Rocks my arrogant world.
Yeah, motherfucker.
This time next week I hope to be drowning in alcoholism. My dissertation will be well and truly over; and to celebrate, I want to perform in self-destructive acts because I have no mind.
On the dissertation: I think I am a fully fledged artistic genius.
I've written the baddest motherfucker in post-modern art. My script is impossible to perform. I've written in streams of consciousness and it makes no logical sense. I'm a happy bastard.
I've got a pain in my face. Like I've been shot and someone's sticking their finger into the shot wound.
That's clearly a lie, I have no knowledge of what it's like to be shot, and if it was that bad, I would not be able to type this now.
Rimbaud is like horse porn. Rocks my arrogant world.