Excuse me friend, for I think English language hearts your ears; I’m not especially fearsome today, so I think I’ll tell you what’s in my heart and my stomach since a few days…
Excuse me, friend, because I don’t know if I can call you that anymore. I think I’m crying inside, though I’m not sure. I think this is a good text. Again, I apologize for make me a coffee for being so direct. I’m not what you called me. Not in this dimension, nor in this universe.
You see, G, I thought you were the best friend I would ever have. And I know my reasons. You’re a mysterious guy, but so adverbially sociable. So, hey…
What the fuck happened on Sunday?
I don’t know if I can go any further. This is devilish. But the computer works nice. Thank you, computer. Nowadays…
If ever you read this text, I want you to know that I do not conceal any anger against you. But I’ve been insulted many times, with many chosen words, but never have I been called what you called me. For the anxious reader who wants to crack the mystery our relationship created, I suggest following the eliminating procedure that intend to put in place.
Why I’m not necessarily a Bourgeois
The beat goes on; I want to be strong; I don’t torture my old neighbors with my fucking funk anymore; I really prefer the sound of my qwerty.
The girl is on; English man, I’m less shy. My pornographic, alcoholic, nicotine, caffeine addiction is no more (when I write). On my qwerty.
It’s on for the night. I’ll publish again on my Mediapart blog. I’ll try to get the maximum recommendations as to give my collection of poems a serious insurance to sell well; before I die; of my angina.
Do you feel any bourgeois attitude, tone, or zest in these words I write? On my qwerty? Yes? No? Please? Fuck you.
Why I’m not particularly a sensitive guy, thank you
We’ll check that later.
And ho! No intellectual terrorist either
Well, it is time to publish this, I hope you abonné.es did enjoy, we’re now landing, let’s join the fleas and lice. And ho, to my special reader, who will most certainly recognize herself as she’s nowhere to be found. Liste rouge, vous comprenez.