by Peter Vack

I participated in the anti-woke film festival, and need to be held accountable 

I participated in the woke film festival, and need to be congratulated
I showed Rachel Ormont at Nuda Paper and I have tolkningsföreträde

I clogged the toilet at Frida’s flat and yes I am severely retarded

I drank with Elis the day his gay poems got awarded

I’m a Jew in Sweden and yes you could say I have been imported 

I was the first to autocancel, and yes, I did it randomly as a joke for no reason
I was the first meme poet to read in Stockholm and yes, I did it intentionally to spread Thiel funded fascism 

I shot Olof Palme and yes it acquitted Pettersson and Engström

I wrote Epic Autofiction and yes I did it to fuck Linda Boström

Deleted everyone who isn’t witnessing my own Stockholm Alt Lit Humiliation Ritual, so if you’re seeing this, you’re in the room right now baby 

Nooooo put me back I was doing blackface with Makode Linde

Nooooo put me back I had clouted Swedish art fag friends 

Nooooo put me back the white people here talk mad funny

Nooooo put me back Albin told me to impersonate Allen comma Woody 

Why is it always I need some krona and never an alt lit hoe on my boner?

What is it always retarded and never retardalive?

Your honor my client is no longer fried

Your honor my client didn’t know it was Korine’s bottle

Your honor my client was the first Jew to write a novel 

Your honor my client was preparing for the role of Karl Ove in My Struggle 

Your honor my client was a Larsson watercolor of Swedish Nico Walker and Yung Lean’s girlfriend reading Heavy Traffic magazine at the 12 hour cut of Film01 radiating white light and floating over an orgy of 19-year-old Elis Simps with lymphoma wearing Madeleine Grives’s fedoras with lovercitizen, the drunk Nuda stalker, the photographer Nuda stalker, Hannah’s mom, Allie’s drugs, John, Honor, Poly Aaro, Tao, Axel’s, Ali Alonzo, 100 thousand Kurdish kids with Kalashnikovs vs. 100 million teenage Turks with bombs smoking grape Juicy Jay flavored rolling paper joints, crying joyfully, in the style of Norwegian Autofiction

Your honor my client was CCTV footage of the guests at Nora’s dinner party last night castrating rapists with 5 thousand burgundy tiles at the canceled TaocellsTed Talk with Frida’s brother, Lukas Moodysson, the other Nora cucking Eugene Kotlyarenko, Katerina Janouch, Assad’s Father, Ludvig’s Jealousy, Sofie Royer, Sixten Tegnér, two frustrated actors LARPING as poets, and Arvida Bystrom in the style of the only week Elis was single  

Your honor my client was snowy, cloudy, castle, zine, wet brain, sitcom, niche, gang, extremely old, extremely pretentious, extremely leftist, extremely fascist, gold, silver, pink, blue, light hair, light eyes, light skin, cardamom bun

Stockholm is Just New York For Elis Simps

Elis Is Just Peter Vack For state sponsored woke leftists  

Peter Vack is just Per Hagman with more hair 

Peter Vack is just the Elis Burrau of Dimes Square 

I am wearing the same outfit as Harrison Patrick Smith of The Dare

Nuda Paper Is Just Sovereign House for woketards who won’t say the n word

Cycle Press is Just Cash 4 Gold For Poor People 

Dagens Nyheter is just the Crumpstack for Swedish libtards

Hannah Wik is just Crumps for Stockholm Nepo Babies

Cresenterna are just the strokes for wannabe sex pests 

Albin’s Ex is just Mike Crumplar for girls who are going to fuck me later

Antikvariat Frankfurt is just Taolincellectuals for Faggots

*Table of relatives turns to face you*

Oh, Look Which Elis Clone decided to put down his phone and join his sis for pickled fish

Oh, Look Nuda Stalker Decided to Stop Drinking and Dine with mama and papa 

Oh, Look Stockholm Scenester decided to log off the gram and eat with mom 

*Somali pirate voice*
Look at me I am Militza’s mommy issues 

Look at me I am wasting tissues 

Look at me squadded with Swedish Jews 

Look at me on the centrist news 

Inside You There Are Two Poets One is Elis the Other Is me They are Both Irony Poisoned 

Inside You There Are Two Gallerists One is Nora The other is Frida You Are “cool glass in front of a stone wall” 

When it’s Career Day and Yo Dad Walk in With His Government Grants

When it’s Career Day and Yo Dad Walk in With His ACNE Pants

When it’s Career Day and Yo Dad Walk in With His Sycophants

When it’s Career Day and Yo Dad Walk in With His Anti-Immigrant Rants 

When it’s Career Day and Yo Dad Walk in With His Ten Krona Advance

Ya’ll think its hot today wait till you go to hell for not reading Ludvig Köhler

Ya’ll think its hot today wait till you go to hell for canceling his mother

Ya’ll think its hot today wait till you go to hell for calling football soccer 

Ya’ll think its hot today wait till you go to hell for being Frida’s squatter 

Ya’ll think its hot today wait till you go to hell for not knowing ISIS was worse than Assad during The Syrian Civil War

The best revenge is dating a more micro celebrity

The best revenge is fucking Bill Cosby

The best revenge is dating a nicher creative 

The best revenge is dating a more reactionary poet 

The best revenge is dating a Jungian analyst 

The best revenge is dating Adrien Brody from Roman Polanski’s The Pianist

Guy Hands You Baggy Jeans 

“No Thanks Buddy I’m Indie Sleaze” 

Guy hands you a poem by Elis

“No Thanks Buddy I’m Muumuu House”

Guy hands You State of Israel 

No Thanks Buddy I’m from Gaza

Have You Tried Reading at The Bar Within

Have You Tried Translating the Poem Within

Have you Tired Orbiting the Elis Within 

If You Saw me smuggle Weed, No You Didn’t

If You Heard me Talk Sheet, No you Didn’t

If you Saw Me Mog the Swedes, You Did

Pussy from a Turkish gang 

Pussy from lena nyman 

Pussy from per hangman

Pussy from bar tranan

Pussy from Elis’ childhood cancer 

Pussy from Sweden

Pussy from a Syrian

Pussy from the King 

Pussy from a Nobel Prize from Hannah’s mom

Pussy from a Turkish bomb

Pussy from post irony

Pussy from American Hyperbole 

Pussy from Ludvig goat of the scene

Pussy from the alt lit limousine 

Pussy from Dopamin

Pussy from yung lean

Pussy from Korine 

(when she’s older)

Pussy from a girl who is Bipolar

Pussy from a child soldier 

I bring a sort of already fucked her vibe to bitches that my bros don’t really like 

I bring a sort of vapid prose vibe to Literature that Good Reads don’t really like 

I bring a sort of Madeleine Grive vibe to funding local writers that local writers don’t really like

I bring a sort of saying svartskalle vibe to the reading that the language police really like

I bring a sorta saying kike vibe to poetry that Hannah Wik don’t really like 

I bring a sorta Elis vibe to poetry that Dante don’t really like

I bring a sort of techno-romantic memetic aphorism vibe to the crypto confessional hyperintelligent hypertext prayer at the end of the world/film/theater as automatic writing on the google drive, sorry, that cucked classicists don’t really like 

That’s him officer that’s the man pretending to be a poet so he can read 

That’s her officer that’s the girl pretending to expose fascism so she can do a journalism 

That’s her officer that’s the girl pretending to date Albin so she can write scene Hit Pieces 

In: Hot Chicks

Out: Nuda Aesthetics

In: Albin’s Ex 

Out: Albin having sex

The real pandemic is ironic poems

The real pandemic are guys who are blonde

The real pandemic is Elias Rønnenfelt

The real pandemic is not enough gang members dead 

The real pandemic is Ruben Östlund 

Autofiction MFs be like “please respect the privacy of my mentally ill wife” my brother in Christ you are Karl Ove Knausgård 

Swedish MFs be like “don’t be racist” my siblings in Christ you’re being shot by a Turkish twelve-year-old

Elis be like “these poets my clones” my brother in Christ you are their bad influence 

Militza be like “I am dyslexic” my sister in Christ you just don’t wanna read Elis 

They suspended me cuz I said the n word

They suspended me cuz I said kurd

They sent me to suspension island cuz I joined NATO

I can only cum when my partner calls me the Elis Burrau of fucking ur Ho 

I can only cum when my partner calls me the Albin Duvkär of fucking her raw 

I can only cum when my partner calls me the Leon Grunberger of indecent exposure

I can only cum when my partner calls me the Nadia Maghder of inappropriate behavior 

I can only cum when my partner calls me the Emil Lennstrand of fucking from behind

I can only cum when my partner calls me the Lykke Eder-Ekman of using my dick man

I can only cum when my partner calls me the Alice Nordlund of fornication 

I can only cum when my partner calls me the Isak Hedtjärn of using my schlong 

I can only cum when my partner calls me the Julian Artur of sexual disorders

There is no reading, I Love You

There is no scene, I Love You 

There’s no alt lit, I Love You

Nothing to decrypt, I Love You

This is no bit, I Love You

You come to me on this the day a Swedish wigger discovers he’s white

You come to me on this the day a leftist bro moves to right

You come to me on this the day the Stockholm Literary Scene didn’t matter before this 

You come to me on this the day you promise to never ever repeat this