I'm turning Dark Blue

Frozen lights

Blood Drips

Body hiccups

Camel spits

I see a gun,

A rocket, a missile

A dart, a knife

You think you’re so bad

For killing, pfffff, that’s nothing

Writing is worst

I am not gonna say “baddest”

“I hate TV contests”

Yet you’re glued.

How many people would cry

If Facebook or Twitter died?

“I’m not feeling well”

Who cares

“I’m going to the laundry”

Who cares

“I’m at the mall”

Are you telling me to go down and meet you there?

Apparently, I’m an old soul.

I had a conflict growing up

A wooden doll or a blonde bimbo—I mean Barbie.

All my barbies are broken

Then I moved on to fairies

You just wish you were a kid again

Just for Halloween

Instead of stuck in between

On your period.

Who cares about the mannequins in the window

“Il ya un film d'horreur sur les modèles” says a French-American mother

Where are the unarmed misfits ?

They’re all on facebook

Trying not to get a life

Some days I wish I had a time machine

To make all the pain go away

Who says there’s an audience reading any of this shit?

Maybe I’m just feeling pessimistic

About this bloody shite

It’s like 90 degrees without an airconditioner

And the heat blasting

And I’m supposed to be happy!

Why?

I like the fog and rain like a comfort blanket of darkness

“Howya” “Oh fine”

If I was really fine, then

How come I feel like that guy

Who was told cartoons can’t have sex?

I’m not saying I am one

But have you noticed that geniuses are always ahead of their time

If I wasn’t so lazy, I would call myself crazy

I say I have my own style

When they say I’m just mixing stuff: it’s not original

Fuck you then

I really don’t want to edit seeing I’m never in the mood

I don’t want to go back to high school

But all the TV shows do (why? It’s not that great)

Hey movie writers, listen up

Stop making movies from books we get it:

You have writer’s block, obviously.

You know, it’s sad when short films are ahead of you.

I’m sick of Hollywood telling me what I want to see

Don’t be a moggy-dan

I’m half Austrian and that’s why I look great in scarves

You know it’s true

Don’t try to tell me what to do.

Don’t make me sing when I’m turning dark blue-ahhh!

I feel like I’m falling down a hole

Look up at the clouds, so damn peaceful

Don’t try to figure me out

I’m just human

Who said there was any reason to make sense

In fact, we are all picking our alphabets from Scrabble

Makin’ up words like the old ones are going out style

Thou art a fool to be made of, so

“I bite my thumb at you,” ma’am, sorry.