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
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Collection A Home.   You May Also Request  An Issue By Writing EMail To Me At
The  Following  Address:  [email protected],  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).

                                               �--��[Aphex Twin]��---�


                               "The Grim Reaper"
                               =================

                                 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"
                               ================

                                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"
                                 =============

                                 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

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