QueerJihad

I'm from Copenhagen, don't speak Swedish.
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Then of course there’s always the somehow not-quite-bright enough fluorescent light of the public restroom, “Sir! Sir, do you realize this is the ladies’ room?” “Yes, ma’am, I do, it’s just that I didn’t feel comfortable sticking this tampon up my penis in the men’s room.


On our way home from Berlin, our train had to change the usual route. A voice in the speaker told us in three languages that they had to clear the tracks from the body that had just been hit by the train ahead of us.
Like autumn leaves we start to fall now. In front of a hard train, on wet concrete or into an everlasting, barbitural sleep. It´s dark at this time in the North, and if we were allowed to have guns, we would die like flies now.
Apropos flies. The world's most popular suicide is made by a Danish company. Asian farmers enjoy Cheminova's "first class" insecticides. 150000 people drink that stuff in China every year, and most of them regret. But "first class" means highly toxic...
Here in the west, most suicides regret too, but as we prefer sleeping pills, it's easier to get back. It's sad, but there's always a connection between access and rates.

Yeah, it's lonely and cold, and if you think that nobody loves you, I can guarantee loneliness even if the whole world loves you.
Yes, you are alone. But you are not a fly, goddamnit. So play with yourself, or call your friend Prozac . Your ship is coming in.

A.


You are 24, I feel 7.