i like this poem, and this one too, five stars - what a fuggin file of synonyms for fuck - all this art people profess to like, profuse liking as the crest of hard-fought energy arcs, every orifice bleeding, sad lotta colleagues i'm cut off from anyway, blah - finesse of unfitness, ephemeral survival

okay, how about something positive, to balance out all the negative? i dunno, i'm comin up dry, but i'll say, as an insight, if i admit defeat, in my inability to will myself out of a hole, then maybe i need to ask for help - but fuck that, i don't wanna, cause my problems are petty, here's a how-dee-do