talking about me
talking to me
schizophrenia
I’m really happytalking to me
schizophrenia
quite ecstatic
bipolar
nothing means anything
nothingness truth
double depression
everything for sale
except wisdom
modern condition
Art sucks. Poetry sucks. Everything is fucked. I suck. You suck. So if I am so anti-everything, why do I even bother "creating" anything? Well one has to do something with one's time. Welcome to my playground. I am the Dissident Poetician. Doing Poetician stuff is what i do. "Art is dead, don’t consume its corpse" - graffiti in the streets of Paris, May 68. Long live the spirit of May 68. Piss in the fountain of dada.
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