THE JAPANEEN

sophie puttmann
Rostovkru st. 1 -24
67663 Kaiserslautan

YAY

chinese/thai peanut chicken with noodles and chives and garlic and ginger.

i just made supper with david, kylie, jake and abby. It was a random group because david invited me over and abby and i were planning on making supper anyway. but they’re such pleasant people and the meal was so tasty. i really enjoyed sitting down properly and talking not about hating people, or disliking a show or only sharing person stories AND ALL WITHOUT CELLPHONES AT THE TABLE. It was a great feeling to be engaged while interacting. we had all the right ingredients and it took like an hour to make. It was delicious and then we ordered desert from joeys and joked about ellen and watched clips of the virgin diaries and then discussed the flaws in “extreme home makeovers”. we all got freaked out by the creepy doorbell when anna came during the washing of the dishes and then as we departed we all agreed we’d do this again and make different ethnic food. i suggested we point to a map and whatever country it lands on we cook food from that place. those people are smart. i like them and i really hope it happens again.

remi collette is a boy who goes to my school. he was in my philopshy class and has probably been in another one of my classes as well. We have the same group of friends but don’t really interact with each other, in fact he’s across the table from me right now reading a comic book but we’re not going to say anything to each other until one of us leave and we are socially forced to bid each other adieu. I once complimented him on a creative writing narrative piece he wrote for seven mondays but he never really reciprocated much of a response more than a mere half-smile, “thanks”. I think he’s really neat and I’ve only really talked to him for more than 10 minutes once, but that’s when i was drunk and it was also during a Bolivia show, so it’s not like it was much by choice, it just kind of happened. He’s a naturally introverted kind of dude who likes comic books and philosophy and shit I would have no idea about otherwise if i didn’t know he liked it. i’m not confessing a crush on this guy, i am just sad we’re not friends. i think he’s handsome but i wouldn’t date him. i just wonder what he thinks of me, because  the impression i get from him is that i am a nuisance. i have no idea why i think that’s what he thinks of me, but i just get that feeling. i’ve looked through pictures he’s taken which are by no means outstanding but they’re interesting because he took them from his perspective view. remi collette, i don’t think he likes me, but that’s alright because i’m fascinated enough with him for the both of us.

do the photographs determine your behaviour
or does your behaviour determine the photographs

I’ve commissioned the queen to paint a picture
Of me in my drunken nature
her crown is dangling off my wrist
and all the diamonds in it have been kissed
the carpet it proves to be
simply not red enough for me
as my forehead bleeds and soaks into the expensive fibered floor
 

Oops I’ve gotten drunk again
and ended up in bukcingham
where the fuck are all my friends
i’m talking to myself

i’ll never know how I got in,
and i can blame it on the lemon gin
i’ve got the smoking section taste stuck in my mouth

yea I can’t see,
stand still or straight
so I guess I can’t negotiate
With the queen of England,
who the hell am i

it’s just harry and i bettin’ when grandma will die

There are animals in my roof.

And at night they bump around to the sound of nocturnal anthems that we can hear, but chose not to so we close the window and draw the blinds
But they can’t hear the clock or read the sun like we can
they are illiterate to time
And you can’t hear paper at night in America
There are tacs on my floor.
And tonight, I will not pick them up

Because it will only be tomorrow morning, when I step on those tacks.

Until then, let me be safe beneath time and the dark

may i ask you where you are going today
because the street ahead is only one way
the rain waits around in a cloud over town
and the birds are out of key
and out of breath

in a room in a house filled with mess
a boy named rupert tries to get dressed
but he can’t cos his mom
never sang him the song
about how to put on pants

it’s a shame people steal
and all scars will not heal
because that’s just not how you played it out

it should be no surprise
that the suns in your eyes
and you paper bag breaks on the way back home

now there’s milk everywhere
and people try not to stare
as they stand and ponder who you could be

but there’s nothing to say at the end of the day
because it’s just how you were meant to play out

children laughing
paper
no
enough

when the birds are caught in rafters
do the rafters start to creek in harmony 
fourty years of he and she
and still they cannot agree

thunder sounds to them like chimes
she like to guess what key it sounds while he keeps time

keeping a golden treasury of honey bees
surrounds herself on sundays like they’re jewellery 
 uhh.. 

and he will never know about the great lake waters
 

yea.. .

and as for he, he can’t spell, read or write
and only trusts the fire when its cold at nights 

——————————————fuck this/tooo tired
 

SING ALONG WHY DON’T YOU DO?

i will not eat sea food
baby moved out  
latin egg! day by day 
baby moved out 
uhg, a fee? i can’t do thaaaaat!
but meow all day, and all day

baby moved out  
i’m laaaazy 
baby moved out
latin egg by day by day 
baby moved out 
for me to see, i’m gay but ahhh
all in a day in a day  

{instrumental bullshit}

baby moved out 
enough sea food (and i eat poo) 
baby moved out 
latin egg day by day
baby moved out 
but not from me
and i egged by babe, my baby

{the sound of a car breaking down}

Lou Gonnacha.

{more monster robot things taking a poo and hitting each other)
 

{this again}

baby moved out 
enough sea food (and i eat poo) 
baby moved out 
latin egg day by day
baby moved out 
but not from me
and i egged by babe, my baby

 Lou Gonnacha.

fucking mother fucking fuck hole shit fuck you fuck off fuck this fucking christ suck my dick shit thundering cunt of cocksucker hell fuck GODDAMNIT FUCKER FUCK FUCK FUCK BACKRBEAKING JESUS CHRIST MOTHER OF GOD SACRED HEART OF ALL OF WHAT IS HOLY FUCKSTER JESUS CONDEMNING DOG JESUS PIECE OF SHIT FUCKING TERRIBLE TERRIBLE FUCKING BITCHES AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGFhw.

dear syd
i hope
this letter reaches you well

it’s late
i know
i couldn’t find any stamps
and the bus
i took to deliver it had cramps

so please forgive for how late i am
i really meant to be on time but i can’t
i wish you could walk a day in my shoes
because i’ve lost one and you’d find it
just like you always do
like you do
i miss you
and i’m sorry again
it must be hard to be my friend

i’m gunna buy
a watch
after i drop this off
with a calender and working pen so i won’t piss you off

so please forgive for how late i am
i really meant to be on time but i can’t
i really like it when you call me up
i’m just bad with keeping time i suck

so sorry

is because i usually don’t know what the thing is that i need to do

they believe what they believe, and anyone can believe what they want

they are just the biggest trolls on earth

who gives a fuck what they think, it shouldn’t offend you
because you should believe what you believe
just because someone doesn’t agree with you doesn’t mean you should freak the fuck out

what they’re doing is offensive because people don’t agree with what they are doing

they are fucking batshit for protesting funerals though christ almightly
it is not right to disrupt someone Else’s life though, i do not believe that is right

people get mad because they take what these people are doing within their own contexts, but that is not how they’re meant to be seen