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Where's the tape?

Hey, do you know where the tape is?

I gotta have it now.

There is a sofa on the street.

A microwave oven.

Hamburger buns

thirteen roman coins,

ten East-German stamps.

Christina Aguilera's autograph.

Paris Hilton's autograph.

The medal that was awarded to all those... who helped to clean up after Chernobyl.

Speeches by Leonid Brezhnev... on a double LP.

You must wipe the table well.

Use a dish cloth.

Use a little warm water to wipe the table.

If I was a boy, I would have sex with Paris Hilton all day long.

But then again, I'm not a boy.

I am a girl in a boy's body.

Teddy bear, monkey doll, ball.

The skin's natural mechanism for cell renewal.

An exfoliation for eternally fresh and smooth skin.

A mountain of shoes.

Seven tons of hair.

Hamburger buns with or without sesame seeds.

Immersed in a thousand kilos of Eight Hour Creme. Cortisone, Locobase.

Airport,

mother's Valium,

virus,

pigs,

apartment 28,

one centimeter,

two, three,

four.

Lipstick,

acetone,

sugar,

big, big sausages.

Life is so hard and square.

I have very sensitive mucous membranes.

Brad Pitt is gonna move to Sweden just for me.

Say goodbye to your mother.

Black hands flung across the wall.

There's your son,

with the deep cuts in his head.

N379P.

The beautiful, wonderful, fantastic girl who lives inside you.

You're in your little me.

The world's most beautiful,

most glamorous little me, who goes to all the parties.

The 19th of June.

I sleep like a tree

with Mary-Kate, and Ashley Olson on the other side of me.

A belt around my neck, 20 meters.

Separate feces from urine.

One times one-and-a-half meter.

A cable, naked with a sack over my head.

Chemicals, electricity.

A glowing cigarette in my ear.

Naked against each other.

I'll cry if you do not wanna be my friend.

I'll be unhappy for the rest of my life, if you do not wanna be my friend.

It doesn't matter that I've only seen you in the movies.

I love you anyway.

I can not live without you.

I'm hiding within you.

I have nowhere else to go.

I crept inside you,

and got stuck.

I am your child.

Your little baby.

No, you are not my child.

You're just some fucking growth.

I'll cut you out like an appendix.

Will you stop groping me?

I don't want you anymore.

You do not exist.

It's over.

And then there was this idiot,

who hacked into my call phone,

and took all the pictures I had in it,

and put them on the internet.

243 grams of bread,

36 grams of meat,

18 grams of fat,

11 grams of corn flakes,

8 grams of sugar,

5 grams of marmalade,

5 grams of coffee substitute.

They said on TV that I had a migraine attack.

They said that I had checked into a new hotel.

The checkered blanket,

a vaccine certificate,

a concrete foundation.

Today we know that all matter's built up

of incredibly tiny building stones called atoms.

Have you ever worked at a rest home?

Do you know why popcorn pops?

Will you please get the knife out now?

Will you cut it off now?

You fucking retard.

I take anything I get my hands on...

food, love, drugs,

the subway,

a C-section,

anything.

Why should I say I no?

You only live once.

I saw this ting on TV about Sudan.

That's when I decided to go there,

and try to help stop the war.

But while I was sitting in the taxi,

I noticed the driver was looking at me,

and I realized he recognized me,

and he thought that I was cute.

So then I asked if he wanted to have sex with me.

And he did,

so then he got to,

and unfortunately I missed my plane,

so I never made it to Sudan.

But as soon as the filming of this movie is done I'll go there,

because it is so horrible.

There are people dying all the time.

I clean, and I clean.

Where does all this dust come from?

Why should I clean when there are people dying?

What does it matter if I clean?

I can't watch TV anymore.

Mucous membranes,

connective tissue,

placenta.

The newly installed shower,

the mouth, the drain,

slime plug.

French fries,

mayonnaise.

I don't remember nothing.

I only remember that I felt sick,

and went out to get a little air,

then the rest is blank.

I have a cloudy memory of sitting in a taxi,

with a lot of people I didn't know.

They were laughing at me.

They made fun of my clothes.

And then I think I threw up all over the floor of the taxi.

And then there was a voice that said:

"Be welcome, O Blessed One!"

"The Lord is with you."

I must be some kind of magnet.

I cannot go to the grocery store to buy an apple,

without all the apples flying at me,

and all the faces, and the entire floor.

And I think about the carpenter,

the guy who made sure there was a floor that I could walk in the store.

Wonder if he is dead or sick?

Or what of his daughter,

who is ugly and wears glasses?

And no guy wants to go out with her.

But just today there was a guy who asked if she wanted to go out with him,

and for a second she was so happy,

because she thought he really meant it.

But it was just a joke.

His friends were around the corner, laughing.

It feels like the whole world is forcing it's way inside me,

leaving something inside.

Something that changes inside me,

that scrapes inside my stomach,

like a little baby,

or a little parasite.

I think I am the Virgin Mary.

When I walk down the street, everyone looks at me.

It's because I'm famous.

They whisper my name.

"Look, did you see who it was?"

But I just walk past.

I pretend that I didn't hear,

but I know exactly what they're saying.

I know exactly what they want.

They want to attack me, and tear me into pieces.

My particular interests are:

Celebrities,

the Second World War,

collect different things,

different methods of torture,

different types porn stars,

like for example Savannah,

God, Jesus, Mary,

as well as various catastrophes,

like for example nuclear disasters,

like for example the nuclear disaster at Chernobyl.

I can see it all before me,

inside my head.

There is, like, a box labeled "Catastrophes",

and inside that box, there is another labeled "Nuclear disasters",

and inside that box, there is a third labeled "Chernobyl".

Then I take a carton of yogurt,

and the yogurt symbolizes all of my life force,

and I pour all the yogurt, I mean my life force,

into the box labeled "Chernobyl",

because I'm going to cool the reactor with the yogurt,

and everything turns white,