Things my brother should never have said. and pottermore.

So,

How are you all?
Today I am writing because I am sick and tired of studying.
English grammar can go die a lonely educated death. A death like only Plath could write I would hope. Plath or Emilie Autumn. We want darkness.

We are now in the 6th month in the year of our lord 2011.
No, kidding. Never before has a year been less lord-fueled.

It's kinda fucking sick how they put tigers in cages at big rap gigs.
PETA SUCK ME.

Pottermore.com was launched just now, and its sure to be amazing. I believe this fully.
But this follow the owls business, its only ever going to make me want to kill myself?
I can't fucking follow the owls, this is South Africa, all of the bloody owls have been killed and stuffed.
Unless you mean those silly 'camera owls' they put around malls.
Then I will enter first, because it's a known fact that I love dancing around in front of camera's. Especially security cameras.

Anyway, this is not going to be long.
As I actually have to return to my grammar grave. where I will slowly die. a painful yet poetic death.
or not.

more about my brother soon <3