Saturday, February 12, 2011

Pay the man.

Put your time in today?  I'll put it in tomorrow.  I'm tired today.  I need to eat first.  Coffeeeeeeeee.  Mmmhmmmm.  If I just keep my fingers moving maybe eventually things will start coming to me that are worth writing and I won't feel like a failure.  I wont feel like I had a gift that I've wasted - cast into the gutter drowning somewhere between a thin layer of oil and the running snowmelt.  Pouring down a storm drain and washing into the river where the fermenting dreams of yesterday poison the invertebrates that poison the fish that poison the people who shit and puke that rotten fucked up forgotten nothing back into the toilet and flush it away to a plant that bleaches it clean and drinks it claiming it tastes just fine.  Maybe if I just avoid  periods - I could be the next Dalton Trumbo!  I can just write and write and write and theres no need for any punctuation because its all just distracting us from the content anyways right I mean what matters is the words the words the words and how you put them together

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