What is: humanities major?

To hell with thinking
this thinking is making you a wreck
Europe, literature,
art
degeneration
syphilis
that’s what you learn
pessimism
and the wish for death.

Whistle of a Fool – Song

My ego, my love, I’m still so confused
remember that night I have lost you
Los Angeles street, I think it was Vernon
I knocked on peoples doors asking about God
that night was full of love
this people were wise and soulful

Now, I know it was wrong
I know I wasn’t right
my head was spinning so wildly
cause there is no god
and there is no soul
and doctors
are treating me badly.

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Foreigners are not people – poem

How unfamiliar

this land seems to be dark

no lanterns marking way home

I am waiting for an invitation from someone

althought

I am quite convinced I wouldn’t go

how unfamiliar I shiver and quake

half-unreal

my apartment like an island

and I am here on the sofa

or the couch

unable to talk.

Walls. Walls. Walls.