Friday, September 28, 2007

working hard

I've been working on one poem for a few hours.
I am no longer able to tell when something I write is good or not.
I've had a very strong urge to be famous latley.
I would rather not gather in a big group talking to people I don't know and telling them my first and last name and them telling me their first and last name.
I feel lumpy and full and lonley.
I would write home, but I can't find the time.
I would continue to eat, as it is the only thing that really makes sense anymore.

Comma Splice.


Tao Lin said...

let's get together to eat again soon and maybe discuss how to get more famous quicker

caravan of dreams has a $17 nacho plate

Tao Lin said...

you should delete a line of this post and add to it and email it to me and title it and i'll publish it on 3 a.m. magazine giving you a little fame if you want it

appleoftheearth said...

okay I will do the things you say and then send it to you in an email and then ill be famous and people will ask me for my autograph at think.

jereme said...

$17 Nacho Plates are a white bourgeois privilege.