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Low Self Esteem Issue 12
Low Self Esteem Issue 12
Poetry
Written By: Aphex Twin
Dec. 05th, 1996
[*] LSE NEWS [*]
First Of All, I'd Like To Say That You Can Find Issues Of Low Self Esteem
On The Following FTP Site: FTP://FTP.EText.Org/pub/Zines/LowSelfEsteem,
Thanks To The Operators Of The EText Archives For Giving This T-File
Collection A Home. You May Also Request An Issue By Writing EMail To Me At
The Following Address: PARKER_LEWIS@HOTMAIL.COM, You May Send Me Mail
Concerning Comments, Flames, Or If You Want To Write Something For Low Self
Esteem.
Well, it's been some four or so months since I've last written an article,
as always things change, since the last issue I've changed, I can sense these
changed, they are spontaneous and can happen at any moment, I keep on looking
back at old issues of LSE and see how much my writing style has changed from
the first issue, these changes are of course, brought on by what I experience
from everyday life, be it a good experience or bad experience, mostly in my
life it's all bad experiences but one thing is for certain, I always gain a
little more knowledge from these experiences. OK, enough with my talking, in
this issue, I'll be including some poetry which I've written during those
long boring math and portuguese classes. I don't have too much experience in
writting poetry, this being my first crack at it, so don't expect the poems
to be that great, anyways, I hope you like them, and see you in the next
issue, when ever that may be (hopefully before Christmas).
ú--ÄÄ[Aphex Twin]ÄÄ---ú
"The Grim Reaper"
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In my slumber
In my sleep
I hear a noise
I hear it creep
I can tell it's coming for me
I can tell it'll set me free
The black figure is before me
He is the ender of my misery
He raises his head, and tells me it's time
I close my eyes, and wait for a sign
Blackness engulfs me and I feel at rest
Mr. Reaper, you're the fucken best!
"Morbid Silence"
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I close my eyes
And try to be free
But no matter what I do
The noise follows me
These people are killing my ears
With their noise pollution
I got so fed up
I had to find a solution
So I took out my gun
and shot them one by one
I was having so much fun
I didn't want to be done
And when I was finished
I looked down at the dead
They won't be making any more noise
With that bullet in their head
So I relax to the white sound
But I can't hang around
Soon the cops will show up on the scene
And if I'm still here, they'll probably shoot me
So listen to what I say
Cause this will be my last sentence
What ever you do
Don't disturb my morbid silence
"Dream House"
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I'm not smart
Because I'm a dumbass
I'm not slim
Because I'm a fatass
I'm not handson
Because I'm a freak
I'm not cool
Because I'm a geek
I'm not rich
Because I'm poor
I'm not fun
Because I'm a bore
I'm not happy
Because I'm sad
I'm not cheerful
Because I'm mad
I'm not strong
Because I'm weak
I'm not social
Because I never speak
I'm not friendly
Because I've lost all feelings
I'm not hopeful
Because the world has lost it's meanings
I'm not driven
Because I have no motivation
I'm not relaxed
Because I get no relaxation
I'm not healthy
Because I'm sick
I'm not loveable
Because I'm a dick
I'm not talented
Because I'm not good at anything
I'm not brave
Because I'm scared of everything
I'm tired
So leave me alone
I've stoped caring
Cause I'll soon be back home
In my dream house...
-- Aphex Twin
