Monday, June 29, 2026

Livia S.........teinbeck

 i don t like writing, i do it when i m tremendously unhappy. singing is pure joy whilst writing is deep pain. 

however, i chose to do it 'cause it helps with  self discipline -whatever that is-


there's this website account of a lunatic, calls himself a psychiatrist. if you tap john 's name in any average search engine you'll find, besides his work, this opinion of someone who went to medical school, passed evaluation criteria, like an absurd lottery gained a degree -hopefully a lot of weight also to suite his  external profound ugliness-, reached out the point of choosing a specialisation and analysing mentally ill people was the only pleasure that made  his boat float. i can't possibly say he managed to cure anything other that his increasing and disgusting ego.


when i saw the immensity of shit displayed there.....that many of the readers managed actually to digest and call caviar...my god...pus was pouring from my retina...


two of three homo sapiens, regardless of chromosome  are pure drunks, violent, insecure, frustrated, fail with their personal lives more than once.

none of them guards like an angel  the backpack of every college student, as a reading obligation purpose to earn a degree: none of them has the ability to be so clever as to use emotions as a luggage rather than a burden. 

there are people who were born with abilities that can't be  understood or even tolerated. 

john s personal life cannot be more important that his work, only if a fuckface decides he can wipe his ass with his work by denigrating his name. if you re a psychiatrist..... do case studies on average people.......or famous people....who cares.....but when you write about it to show and tell your immense nothing within you...please use a pseudonym...protect that person s identity in order not to suffer from stigma......science is meant for evolution of all, not defamation of some in order for others to feel huge nothings.  remarkable people should be honoured,  not stained.  them or their memory.

so, if you wipe you ass with my lover's name written on every cover and illustration holding  printed pages  filled with beautiful things he wrote....i can very well do the same with you degree. 

editor's note: i'm a huge fan of Popeye's  cartoons, so if spinach is my empowerment brunch...check out the results :)