Tuesday, February 08, 2005 // 11:26 PM

mabel says, i feel like running, watching a movie, jumping on your mom's car. i'm so tired of stupidity masquerading as something else, if intelligence is too much to ask, i'l take lucidity. i just want to. read my comics all day, talk to people like kevin once in a while. vintage don't care about you. i don't care about you. it's just my being overwhelmed, when your onslaught is a swell, a chorus of voices and accusation and faces saying the same thing with distate and conviction. like your numbers justfify you. i know it sounds like i am saying these Smart Alecky Things, but i refuse to believe that anything is in itself, completely erroneous. listen to me fuckit, i have wasted my time on you, i have wasted my energy being fake to you, because i have no respect for you whatsoever. but now i give you the victory because it means so much to you and so nothing to me, i would much rather crawl back into my bed, yes i believe that Everybody is stupid, exceptions are few and far between. but like what we said, what we said and what i really believe, does it matter how stupid you are when you are ultimately, so much happier than me? if i cared a smidge for the kind of people that you are, yours might be so intricately educational. i refuse, i refuse to accept this examination, i refuse to regret stupidity or bad behaviour. my mortal wrote to me that i took getting used to, that i was too real, complex. do i believe that, i only believe that i am closer to the surface than what you might offer, i only believe that you are just so... thoroughly insecure and trying to hide it, bent on displaying your flaws like trophies before someone can point them out in your face and say, hello, mister, your admission doesnt stop you from being an oversexed asshole. can you even bear to say that you don't care what people think of you?

your society is laborious, i would rather be living on an island alone, in the middle of a blue carribean.