feeling that s/he could write a script that would play out the events of the coming weekend before they even occurred, feeling that each & every moment would be so typical, so
saw the cover of a magazine while waiting in the grocery checkout line that revealed to me, a citizen of the cesspool, that mr. tom cruise HAS BEEN ALONE FOR_______(insert
clicking on the television, wiping that index over the touch screen, flipping the proper pc switch or hearing the statistics on the radio on the way to work or whilst already bogged down
Netanfuckingnutstanyahu drawing his red line on a cartoon bomb in front of the UN, in front of the world, in front of your very eyes, if you give a shit at all & he will not stop the
sit down & try to explain to someone who doesn’t hold a creative flair, just what it is like to walk, talk, breathe, sing, eat, sleep, lick, touch, grope, grab, fondling, fucking, attending