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.