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From an English fanzine called Positive Energy of Madness, published sometime in 1995. Interesting tidbits: the interviewer has their ages backwards, the boys refuse to speak the name Darlinā, and they confess thatĀ āDJing is much better for meeting girlsā than being in a rock band.
Full size scan can be downloaded here.
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Recently I've been feeling a lot, but I have no idea what I'm feeling. I'm usually rather good at recognizing my emotions, but I cannot for the life of my identify what I've been feeling. It's like discernible emotion is at the tip of my metaphorical tongue. I feel like nothing's coming out naturally, when I express something it's not quite true. Emotional brown slush is what I'm calling it now. You can't tell what's in it and if you look for a flavor, you can kinda taste it but you gotta REALLY look for it. This is like melancholy but not with an undertone of sad, with an undertone of everything. It's a little unsettling, to be honest. Things are getting boring and I often feel the need to scratch my face off because I'm so mindlessly bored.
Iāve been out-freaked. Freak meaning receiving affection in a healthy way
IM A PERVERT IM A PERVERT IM A PERVERTTTTTTT I CANT TAKE THISSSSsssss auggggghhhhhhh Iām just a man after allā¦ā¦ā¦last time I said, āI canāt help myselfā and thats stuck in my head thatās what fucking RAPISTS SAY IM NOT A RAPIST BUT because of that rhetoric thereās a chance I could BECOME ONE and thatās FUCKING HORRIFYING I feel ljke sobbinhnngggg Iām a bad personnnnuuuhhhh WAIT! Because I donāt want to be a rapist I wonāt become a rapist! Aha! But I already did that thing last timeā¦ā¦.was consent saidā¦ā¦..fuck i dint rememberā¦ā¦..BUT THEY WERE ENTHUSIASTIC! But it felt like coercion in a senseā¦ā¦.Did I COERCE someone?!!! FUCK FUXK FUCK DID I?????? SO I AM A RAPIST?????? Wait but it wasnāt sex so its not rape DID I SA SOMEONE??????? No we didnāt even touch DID I SEXUALLY HARASS SOMEONE???????? fuck I mightve SHIT SHIT SHIT THATS LIKE THE PRECURSOR TO RAPE I STILL HAVE RAPIST POTENTIAL!!!! Iām hitting myself on THE HEAD AGHHHEGEHHEHEHEJNSBDHDJ FUCK FUXKBFUXK FUCK
Sigh Iām a sad loserā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦wait thats kinda hot AGGGGGHHHHHHB WHY DO I DO THISSSSS Iām a creeeepp Iām a weirdoooooo what the hell am I doing herreeeeeee why do I get so whiny during my time of the month :( This is embarrassing
Iām NOT ABLE TO CRY I DONāT HAVE TEARDUCTS Iām JUST an EVIL CREATURE MASQUARADING AS ONE OF YIU I harbor NO LOVE IN MY EMPTY COLD BLACK HEART SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP LOOK AWAYYYYYY
I feel like Iām constantly being watched. No matter what anyone says, no matter what I say, someoneās watching. When Iām home alone and I know no oneās there and I triple checked Find My, I canāt sing. I love to sing, but I canāt. Because someoneās watching. Every time my voice cracks, every time I sound off, I have to laugh and give up and check Find My and stop singing and laugh and stop breathing and hit myself on the head and laugh. I have to make them clap. I have to be someoneās favorite character. The only flaws I can have are the ones that make me interesting. I have to be perfectly interesting. I canāt practice and fail because someoneās watching. I can feel them breathing down the back of my neck and making my heart hurt and stealing the moisture from my throat and putting it in my eyes. I can feel them wriggling inside of me, leeching off of me. But I canāt do anything, because theyāre watching. Donāt cry. Donāt worry. Donāt feel. Thatād be embarrassing. Itās just a malfunction, theyāre off script! I canāt be off script I canāt be boring I canāt fail I canāt fail I canāt fail because theyāre watching theyāre watching theyre watching theyre watchjng theyre watching THEYRE FUCKING WATCHJNG AND I CANT TAKE IT I NEED TO RIP THIS PARASITE OUT OF MY BODY GET THEM OUT GET THEM OUT GET THEM OUT GET THEM OUTVOF MY SKINNN GET THEM IUT OF IT GE THEM OUTTTT
But I crave that sweet sweet applause whenever I remember my line lifes so perfect and im so perfect and im so interesting and cool and sexy and i forget that anyone else is watching
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I wonder why people like sports. Itās meaningless noise. There is no need to create and fund artificial senseless conflict. Sports culture wastes human life by breeding people whose only purposes are to continuously partake in useless shows of strength. There are no true stakes outside of the ones that exist because of the sport. Iām tired of barbarians investing their life into something so useless and trying to drag me down to their level. Fund the arts, itād make me full and happy.
Iāve been contemplating if I would really love me if I met myself. Iāve been noticing how hypocritical Iāve been and now itās starting to bug me. It doesnāt usually bug me.
Today I was leaving lunch to go to class and a teacher asked me to pick up this guyās bowl and put it away. So I did. I was looking at my hand the whole time because it didnāt feel like it was mine. I felt really uncomfortable then. I told myself I just did to salvage my reputation, and I donāt think thatās entirely true. When I walked to class I saw a bowl on top the water fountain and thought, āFuggin dick, who doesnāt put away their bowl. Itās SO easy.ā And then I thought, āaha thatās really hypocriticalā at first in an amused way but then in a disappointed way. That really scared me. Iām really scared. Iām scared that if I stop loving myself for all the shitty stuff I do then Iāll stop loving myself period. I donāt wanna kill myselffff thatd be badddd ahaha I CAUGHT YOOOOUUUU stop deflecting with humor this is serious
Gah fine
Meh Iām chill now Iām too lazy and busy to feel shitty hahahah
I gotta do my homework so I canāt have a stick up my ass I have to be at LEAST a LITTLE entertaining for myself
God Iām so hot (not with this haircut thoā¦I miss my old hair I looked so sexy and mysterious and MANLYYY)
I think I felt invested in someone I donāt care about for the first time ever
I was watching her fence and I felt the same rush I feel when I fence
I couldnāt contain myself I felt so FUCKING good but it was really weird because I donāt care about her, if she didnāt want to be my friend anymore I wouldnāt protest
This feels off Iām scared
I donāt wanna change but I am changing
No nonono stop it I love me I donāt need to change
Fuckkk but I do though
Gggggagcaaaahhhdgsyehebejdi
This is uncanny
