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(cover of notebook 1)
(but is it electric or electronic... does it mater? why? Imagine - a world where - - -
An electric mermaid dies, and nobody cares? Why don´t they?
Or is it just people who say the love you but really, they don´t. they only hate themselves, and want to fuck you up too? Or, maybe they don´t even see you? They just use you to feel bad? You are a tool, a chair, a dog. Something that does not matter. But if you break they scream at you.)
(This really is not the story, though)
(but is it electric or electronic... does it mater? why? Imagine - a world where - - -
An electric mermaid dies, and nobody cares? Why don´t they?
Or is it just people who say the love you but really, they don´t. they only hate themselves, and want to fuck you up too? Or, maybe they don´t even see you? They just use you to feel bad? You are a tool, a chair, a dog. Something that does not matter. But if you break they scream at you.)
(This really is not the story, though)
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Autobiography means to lie. To write your lie. But, what is “to write”?
(What is “-graphy”?)
Anyway. To keep up. Appearances? Or not to appear? Walking, walking in the rain, as Grace Jones sings.
You try to be…interesting? To stand out? In the deluge of all that is. Like lighting a match inside of a burning house (or atom bomb going off…).
It is not so much the fact that you can accept having been wrong (stupid, misinformed, confused, whatever), but not wanting to pass on the disease.
(Maybe the beer you have for breakfast, now, everyday, is called “Superior”. Sure. But does that really mean that you are superior? Really? Does it?)
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