Ariane Lecavalier

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uhauling



HTPPeeing and self-defecating practices in parks and recreations

summer 2023



It’s like, i’ve had classes to learn french again, even though i’m a franco. like, Mme. Villard who would snap my sisters fingers cauz she’s lefthanded.You know, Lulu, she peed in her boots in Catholic school, cauz like the nuns wouldn’t let her go piss in their pre-paid Pope toilets.I moved more than 25 times. U-Haul lesbian, before even knowing I was one. Before accepting my fluidity, and not being catcalled or broken and mindtwisted for it.
        it’s like, i wrote this text from anger, frustration, I thought even maybe cowardness, to hide behind html, and css, and all my university background. 10 years of studying, not to be like you, not to be like you’re stupid poor 4 1/2 in front on métro saint-laurent, not to be that abused child in a repentigny bangalow basement, not to be a kid ripped apart from her private parts, se détacher de ma langue maternelle, parce qu’on a enlevé le paternel, la figure de soin, de prendre soin, de care. Guy, you’re not a guy, you’re a fucking piece of shit, and now i’ve been shitting ironically my heart and ass out, till it’s pushing into my bladder, and needs to be medically repaired. cause fuck it, i’ve taken so many pills, how much, like average maybe around 30 000. swallow, swallow, blokage, who gives a fuck, you’re fucking a child, you pig, your face has disapeared from my mind, but i still feel your “pretended” “love”, your favorite sentence about keeping everything secret.


it’s like, i’ve had classes to learn french again, even though i’m a franco. like, Mme. Villard who would snap my sisters fingers cauz she’s left handed. You know, Lulu, she peed in her boots in Catholic school, cauz like the nuns wouldn’t let her go piss in their pre-paid Pope toilets. I moved more than 25 times. U-Haul lesbian, before even knowing I was one. Before accepting my fluidity, and not being catcalled or broken and mindt wisted for it.


i’ve thought i never gave a fuck about how i was portrayed. turns out, drink drink drink drink, sniffidy joyous, to become free. God, your salvation, poors on me. Like my father’s cash, enabling me to come back home, being the savior... and yes, he did right, he did anything he could, he was there when he let go of bros and hoes and distractions, when he had 3 baby girls, who needed protection. the best he could, with what he had, and what he knew.

we’ve all been manipulated, to found ourselves, hovered over and over again. moved 12 hours away, like 800km, like save my fucking soul mother earth. the wind, on my skin, in my mouth, in my soul, in my spirit, cleanse the fuck out of me. i don’t want that suffocating popsicle feeling.

ivacHE you’re a snorkly pigpigpigpigpigpig. like taking the most of my savings, to bring him deeper in his grave, to spit on it, to forget it, to take away of the pain. having lawyers, it’s another job. 600 pages x 4 on my doorstep. poste canada just letting me everything of my life and medical assements on my front step, without any need of a signature.

FUCK U ALL 💯️