Cuéntame la historia del mundo

de la música que dio luz a la revolución

de la revolución en que nació el anti-imperio

de la guerra en la que se murieron tus sueños


Ensáñame a ser radical

sin miedo, irrazonable

y te enseñaré a usar lenguas extrañas

quitaré la que ya tienes

cultivaremos una nueva

con nuestras propias palabras

que expresará mejor que

no somos normales

no somos racionales

no somos nada de este mundo


La Tierra va a olvidarnos

y vamos a olvidar todo.

Dear 45 year old women,

You are too old to have pink hair. Or wear leopard print dresses, especially to work. Please act your age.

Dear Spanish men,

Dread mullet? Really? You went into a salon and asked for that?
Also, you realize you're carrying a purse, right?
And why do you all simply neglect to cut the hair on your nape? Are you saving it for something?
Sorry, I've said it before and I'll say it again: I just can't respect any man who has a hair 'style' even if it's obviously apparent that you haven't actually washed it in weeks.

Dear everyone,

Brush your fucking teeth! Your breath smells horrible.


Dear Ryanne,

Try not to be so angry with this culture full of arrogant, ethnocentric perma-teenagers.