I see only nightmares but I am not afraid, mum killed me once when I was young. Jesus resurrected but I have never returned back. I thought I was a master but turns out I’m a slave, Jesus and God were one. I wonder if this concerns the whole world or if it is just about me and mum. keep it to yourself, I hate the ones who refer to art as healing, I hate the word healing, I hate personal art, I hate art. spent so much time looking down I forgot what was happening up; mum is heavy, the ground is falling apart. I’m here too shouts the girl that we sacrificed, you’re here too; my work is so personal that makes me wanna vomit, I vomit, again and again and again, don’t tell anyone. the more inside you go the more outside you get I am very clever but Harry Potter was the chosen one. I refuse to translate, I don’t want to translate but I’m giving up I’m giving up mum, when I was young I was proud to be saying what people didn’t want to hear, now I’m ashamed. mums favorite part. I am pleasure the beast needs to eat give the beast meat; never look my mother in the eyes, look down, carry the throne, amen.