the day the farmers market of self-expression through the commodification of physical love is open
in the park down the street
i want to blame D.H. Lawrence
but i’ve never read any of his books and
haven’t got the slightest idea what they could about other than coming at the same time
another poem. things are getting serious around here.
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this is called:
and then he kissed me
ideologically coherent gender-wide rearguard action
(it’s versus women)
usage and tradition are drifting, which is fine
it’s totally fine
but just so you know
i might engage in tasteful, values-oriented warfare against women
not in a mean way
whatever ok ok ok
i’m starting a band to facilitate a lot of this
think off-brand jonas brothers
can i borrow that money we talked about earlier
my name isn’t merle as it turns out
i’m not sure what a fleshpot is, but
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also, friday sincerity corner episode 22:
A long time ago, one of the first times i was ever in NY, I saw a woman editing a manuscript riding on the subway, and I had a weird discussion with myself about whether or not that was all I ever really wanted to do (use public transportation and get paid to read). and i concluded that this roughly stated was in fact all i really wanted to do, at least outside “visual drama” involving “genitalia” pace C Onstad 2008.
and then today, i did some work reading while on the F train, and i realized that it was still mostly true, but i’m not getting paid enough and that the F Train smells i dunno, Robocop’s urine or something. still, great, whatever, golf clap.
(your personality is defective. please stop)
meerkat manor is narrated by stockard channing
the view from my office: please enjoy JR Oppenheimer.
more later.
1) will be naturalized alien of Prospect Heightzz Brooklyn in approx 10 days. Get your guns out.
2) someone made a book out of this Web site. worth a candle: the nos 2 and 3 search results for Hot C’s with D’s are Stuff White People Like and then Tucker Max’s book. Everything that dies baby someday comes back.
7) KELLY SHOPPACH
