Turning 48, or Post Your Birthday Wish, If You Wish, Below this Post
Turning 48, or Post Your Birthday Wish, If You Wish, Below this Post
I’ll write one true thing a day in the week running up to my birthday.
John Ashbery is boring and I’d rather eat cardboard than read his poetry.
I’m a poor judge of character, which is my saving grace in making friends.
Angrier. Sadder. Heavier. I look at the young and am disconsolate.
There are no moral phenomena, but I have to act as if good and evil exist.
Last week I wrote a respectable poem about sex with a party of cyborgs.
John Ashbery is boring but “Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror” is brilliant.
Love, I have been under increasing pressure to make a false allegation.
I’ll write one true thing a day in the week running up to my birthday.
John Ashbery is boring and I’d rather eat cardboard than read his poetry.
I’m a poor judge of character, which is my saving grace in making friends.
Angrier. Sadder. Heavier. I look at the young and am disconsolate.
There are no moral phenomena, but I have to act as if good and evil exist.
Last week I wrote a respectable poem about sex with a party of cyborgs.
John Ashbery is boring but “Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror” is brilliant.
Love, I have been under increasing pressure to make a false allegation.
Photo by Guy E. Humphrey. I name it "Wallflowers."
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