I need something. Something from the nordic place. Something from europe. Something american culture can’t even fucking fathom it’s so fucking peanut-brained… and peanut-hearted, and peanut-souled.


I need it.


I haven’t made any art lately. Making art is something that I need. It classifies in this thing that I need.

The nords are making fun of me. I need to chop off their arms.

I have such disturbing imagery. I never complained about it. Who’s the real man. Fuck yourselves.

I want to move on. I wish to say politely, but I do not possess the language, move aside please.

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