That's OK

That's OK

I wrote an article
on "Going After Guys
That Are Taken"

I don't know who these
girls are, who goes after these
guys

But he has a purity ring,
even though he gets around
and he was like "hello" and

I was giving him "likes" around here;
whenever I see him, he is
totally alone

Melissa is friends with him
and it's even finals season
and soon it will be "Spring Fling Season"

I will be cautious but you
know that I like sharks, not
sea-faring fish

Melissa is setting me up with him
and we have already met once, but
he would have remembered me

I feel like he will just be like
"Oh I remember that girl, NEXT!"
You are attractive. Crap? Right!

I didn't like get his number or whatever.
I am letting Melissa do the work.
Apparently he kept asking about me.

I'm scared to. But that's the make-or-break moment.

Overhearing a conversation between an English Professor and Her Pupil

Overhearing a conversation between an Englis Prof and Her Pupil

Since we empower children to 
conquer adversity 
we connect children to 
past and modern cultures

In preserving child innocence
therefore they continue to perpetuate
the assimilated harlequins in
fairy tales

I literally dropped a desk
"so extra" "salty"
"Yeah that's my-self"
" I just need to concise myself"

So here's what I'll say about that
Wordiness is not an issue as long
as it is not... like repetitive
"like fluff" 

When you are using a lot
of extra words, it seems
like you don't know what you
are talking about

(I sneeze. They bless me)

It's good writing,
but you didn't answer the question.
Oh ok, so what then
You have convinced us that they need to continue

what would you do with you next step? 
Yeah! You can be the next Steve Jobs- kind of thing
Then use those ones as a topic sentence...
you can do more than 8, no less than a full 6.

Those 3 topics, I do want to still with those
all on the same point
Right, the same point.

Grinding

Grinding

A black glove coils and
grips the rubberized handle
on which a mechanized blade
settles to spray
metallic sparks and fireworks
and metal works and pain

a brown hand holds the hard
pestle like a pistol or pencil
pensively perched on some hipster's
Arabica Beans about to be Coffee;
they crush and curdle, they crumble
from cracked knuckles for cups of crafted

Joe, feet firmly planted, feeling Phoebe's
inner-thigh, his tiny teenage turgid
member gets him feeling kinda high, while he paws
around her pelvis, her arms up into the sky and
the music is still thumping and still pumping
so I ask - why, oh why (!)

must we push it?

10000 page views

10000 Page Views 

Holy fucking hell! I have

10000 page views, there

are so many eyeballs and 

clicks that I'm dancing my 

chair and then

when I flip between the 

published version and the

draft and then I click back

I get 3 more

I get 3 more 

I click back and forth again

and there are 10 

and I'm sure 

I've done this 1000 times

so all of them 

are 

from 

me. 

Not 10000 people. Just one

sad little boy 

masturbating 10000 times. 

The One Thing I Hate

The One Thing I Hate

There are many things
that I hate
but the thing I hate most of
all is unwarranted success

I hate the fucking lottery
and I hate the scratch offs
and I hate the country that makes
that the goal

I hate people who have won from
physical apperance or from pure talent
or from fucking birthright; I hate
me

I love hard work
I love weeds in gutter-cracks
I love growing pains and
I hate lethargy

but I'm fat and dumb and I never write
and I have doubts about my readership
I have my doubts about you,
I don't think you are really there

and that I might hate most of all.