Literary cafes’, oh, how much
I remember loving you; so much anticipation, beforehand.
Now, it’s not the same.
Nothing’s the same.
It’ll never be the same.
I am so tired
You know when it’s 4 am and you’re hallucinating
And nothing matters
No boundaries around man just endless sky
and dick and vagina jokes abound, too
Parents are annoying
Kids are annoying
Ismael Santos is annoying
Who does that maggot think he is,
writing down pretty words on this Google Docs document,
thinking it can provide some relief or entertainment to some sad sack out there
on the Interwebz?
Arrested Development Season Four
I love it
Lucille or Lindsay Bluth
are much more interesting
How many more references can I
or name drop
or do with whatever I so damn well please
Reading Paris Review Interviews over and over again
Hearing the music of that one great author speaking out so openly
of the power and rhythm of language
It’s like a tribal chant