in 2011

I will stop reading shitty articles of pretentious young girls&boys from neatty Capitals
I will go down under the bricks to uncover the snake in me
I will not shave my head and will not send my hairs in a dispair love letter to J;F (not K. but the other one)
I will trade blood against alcool and food against fuel
I will kill mainstream and sell their cells (modified so no one can attempt to recreate it)
They will run the world, I will be queen of leopards
And fur will be skin as snow cover your heart

Oh and I will drink on Saturday night because it might help my Sunday morning writing (not as today…)