Notes

What the hell d'ya thing yar doin'? This ain't no motherfuckin' "make new feelings up and share 'em" on a lame afternoon show! Yeah o course. Yes yes o course I know how ya used to feel. But that's right, that's it right there - used to feel. Means you ain't feelin' those things anymore. There's no motherfuckin' need to think 'bout this. The hell d'ya want to be thinkin' bout this? What the hell is there left to think 'bout this? Live ya own life, for cryin' out loud! Let the boy live his too! Look at ya, you're some tall n' pretty and blonde and all that. The hell are ya wearin' ya mind off with those god damned thoughts? D'ya know ya gonna be learning linguistics next semester, son? Ya need a good and fresh head! C'mon, ya makin' half of these feelings up! Look, he apologized. When you open ya account there's his name there. Ya can have normal conversations. That has to be excitin' after all this time! But that's it! Ya get to feel excited for three seconds, and that's only when ya open ya msn. And that's about it. There's people in yo house, and they be playin' cards with you, and they bein' pretty great, and school's great and ya ain't got no lousy friends, ya got this machine filled with good shows and all that. Ya need to part ways from him. Well d'ya happen to want to send some god damned wedding ring to the north of europe? Thought not. Ya wanna send some best friends ring? Yeah, thought not too. I'mma give ya some advice, and you listen to me carefully. Rest ya mind while ya can. That's all i'mma be sayin to ya. He might be useful in the future, ya know. No point in listening to music and tryin to extract feelings from that. I guess ya life should carry on the way it has carried on up until now: spirituality, care for ya own body, but don't be rotten and all, it's not nice, nice people on the web, and that's it. No more than this. Weren't you all happy bout huggin him inside ya head? Well then there ya go. That's my advice. Now go n' do stuffs ya like, and live ya life. There's so much coming on that's so so different from what ya've seen!... This ain't the past no mo. This is the future, baby! The future is comin' to ya. People ya've never met, feelings ya've never had, time ya've never had, subjects ya've never head. Throw yaself into the motherfuckin' future, baby! Fuck 2010, fuck 2011 and fuck 2012. This is 2013, baby! You're tall, and pure and look nice and cute. It's like you're this little thing, filled with purity and beauty and blue energies and sparklish energies, and y'all that. You are very very pretty, baby. And there's nothing you need to worry about. Nothing at all. Talk to your people, do what you've always done, nothing has changed, afterall, has it? Don't forget about this. Your beauty is not rotten; it comes from a state of purity. Don't you worry, don't you worry child. xx