Tuesday, January 8, 2013


I pick up a literary review and read a poem...I think. I wonder if the writer's goal was: Let me write something no one fucking understands. He couldn't give me an experience, a sensation, a feeling. I feel cheated. I wonder if he knows what the hell he means, Or if he's hoping someone will interpret his psyche for him. I don't have time for all that.

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