I sometimes punch myself in the uterus region to facilitate miscarriage, because my government is making birth control harder and harder to afford.
DNA is a lie used to cripple children into believing they are adopted.
Big Baby Driver - 아무렇지 않은 듯 뒤돌아서서 그냥 그렇게 떠나버렸네 (Nothing Has Ever Happened You Went Away) (“A Story of a Boring Monkey and a Baby Girl”, 2014, Electric Muse)
The idea that practice will make something more bearable is an outright lie.
My resentment towards humanity is my only attractive appeal.
Maybe twenty years from now I’ll be the girl (with the turquoise eyeliner that you mistook for green) whose name has become a smudge at the back of your throat.
No use in controlling and anticipating others when you can’t even determine yourself.
If it’s what you really want, and it’s not hurting anyone else in any conceivable manner, then what does it matter what everyone else thinks?
I think that, honestly, in the end, it doesn’t matter. We’ve been plagiarizing the entirety of our lives from already verbalized ideals. There’s nothing to look forward to except for the validation of things we cling onto.
There are many ways of spelling “Stravinsky” on your phone when you’re drunk and without auto-correct. You are not yourself when you lose yourself with intention. The keypad is incapable of recollecting the smudge of a fingerprint; your alias wears gloves and spills lies with each liquor exhale. Sitting loosely around the station corner is a person with a can of coins at his feet. He’s there every day and every night with a different face. Sometimes he is a man, sometimes he is a she instead. Sometimes she is a pile of rags you sweep away from your vision. Sometimes she is a dog half-dead, half-asleep, at the feet of a man who hoards sounds from claps and shouts he makes, begging to be lost into a world where the lost are saved. They are not you, nor the person you pretend to be. Give or take a loose ten dollar bill abused in the wind, you’re going to float in this life where everyone else flies. Even the weather has a purpose, but you yourself have none. Put your coat on - it’s six pm and the wind harbors August. We’re going home.
Just Music - Hongkiyoung#2 feat. Swings, GIRIBOY, Genius Nochang (“파급효과 (Ripple Effect)”, 2014)
With effort and if circumstances are favourable, you will stop feeling sorry for yourself.
You can feel alone in the presence of others, but what I wanted yesterday was to be truly alone in the presence of only myself.
I'm not sad, I'm tired.
I slept too much today.