I write it to get it out of me. I don't write it to remember it.

For 2.000 years, you've had the nerve to tell women who we are. We use your words; we eat your food. Every way we get money has to be a crime. We are plagiarists, liars and criminals.

Love goes away when your mind goes away and then you're someone else.

I know where we're travelling, Genet, and I know why we're travelling there. It's not just to travel, but it's so those others who kicked me out have a chance of being at peace, having a chance of knowing the land of the monster without going there.

Teach me how to talk to you. WANT. Is my wanting you so bad, wanting the feel of your lips on my lips, just me being selfish and egoistic? Teach me a new language.

Please go and buy Blood and Guts in Highschool

Pin It