when someone you know gets a job you quit because it was too emotionally tasking and then keeps writing posts about how #fulfilling it is to work for a #nonprofit and it sort of makes you feel like you're supposed to feel like a piece of shit

But you totally don't, and you totally buy their feelings, but it doesn't change the fact that you, with those same experiences, wrote derisive posts focusing on your self-centralized distaste for the position...and it's not bad, it's just not #nurturing.

Saturday night, live

I can't read theory right now,
because I can't remember
                            getting here

a little bit, vagina-fear

Memories, in and out
abandon all practical tragic

I want to read to us
    in your sleep

    novels, so to speak
with that romance, Hate

in another sex dreamscape, maybe

Reading dialogue out loud, interpretive dance with book, paper thin walls, to Wax Tailor Que Sera.

Can tell who I'm thinking about based on how much I want to vomit in my mouth right now.
Degrees s

so speak in a room of bank $lates

probably say, something
upsetting anyways.  Something
  like: real-time, physical threat
sex dreams, about a week. And
  they escalate, and
it makes me want to vomit. Always.

A Debbie.

Facebook, avoid

Sand in the folds of your body, bent knee, under ass cheek, fish-out-of-water, snow doesn't quite slow the same, but I'm wearing my wings. Floatation devices, like an effing angel, can you see my halo, ATAlien

is coffee the great equalizer, maybe

it sure as shit ain't the Internet...yet.

uhuh, hers

better than I ever knew, mostly because I didn't care.

The Sheer Number of Edits, heartbreaking

Obvious, human. Sorry for the narcissisms.

The Mind Works Well, Fortunate Being

It's a very good thing.

they never understood what badass meant, because it's not about disrupting, solely, you have to be good at it...there is a mastery...and your point must be solid and clear, because there is nothing worse, or more undermining, for an 'author' than going on and on

and on, taking 30 minutes to get to the good stuff,
because they are working it out in their (pea? pee?) brains in front of you.  R face.

harsh racing, pick up the line

surge, pull, fuss and fight

pull-n-all, nighter, wants

never at a need, for the

thrills

and the

shits 

and gigs

sex, drugs, and...maybe not,

productive antagonism, 

I was really good at though. 

In the Corners of My Third Source Uncertainty

Theory paralysis.      Don't let
me     third-year  and
make all the same 'mistakes'.
Kill me now, in critical
to save it       then.