Would you believe me ( Read more... )

I love what a maniac I turn into when I'm in Kansas City. Probably wouldn't expect it from me, especially if you only know me from this year, when I've been calm. Here's a message I got from a fat black woman named Queenie who beat me up in downtown KC last summer. According to her, incidents aren't as I recall ( Read more... )

I've never understood ( Read more... )

I'm tired of happiness all the time ( Read more... )

Too tired to write actual things and plus I have things to write for a class. So let's see if anyone digs John Ashbery. He's a little tougher than Creeley & some others, but I think if people slow down a bit they'll see he's every bit as enjoyable (and of course a hell of a fine writer ( Read more... )

I KNOW A MAN ( Read more... )

This is the part of semester that gets fun. I have a fiction piece due on Tuesday that was inadvertently deleted yesterday, I have a statistics test tomorrow and I don't even know what it's over let alone how to do it, I have a paper for postmodernism that's to serve as an introduction for a collage book I haven't done...the list could go on. Now ( Read more... )

Dear Frank O'Hara ( Read more... )

Rhapsody for a Unicorn, Heart Broken & Bus Pulled Away Leaving Him Standing There, in Tears ( Read more... )

*this is fairly lengthy, but the only person who i know for sure reads this shit is paulson who, like God, is somewhere outside of time. And I know the spacing's fucked up all over the place but I'm too lazy to fix it. I don't know why the fuck this thing hates indentation but so it is ( Read more... )