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It’s hard to fight vulgar bigotry with Esperanto poems

——I’m tired & worse, I feel like I’ve accomplished nothing.
‘I don’t like talking about it.’
‘There’s nothing wrong with your booty.’
‘I dont. Like. Talking about it.’
——It’s not her fault, but I prefer it when she wears jeans &
——flannel b/c it’s easier for me to not act like an asshole.
Which sort of antlers have you?
——A smart person knows when to move on.
The trouble with common language is it’s full of all the
power of oppression & rolls off the tongue w/o any malice
conscious. The trouble with thoughtful, considerate language
is it takes much work & has all the genuine feeling of
a poem in Esperanto.
——It’s the worst sort of laziness to want to exhaust
——yourself for a job in lieu of pursuing your own
——purpose.
The bigotry & intolerance of generations past is preserved
in thoughtless phrases that do no harm except to channel
& remind a person of all the harm done to them &
those like them throughout history.
——In the future, we wont even need to glance
——at our palms.
I need more Bukowski in my life—but not my actions.
——I want work to do so I wont have to
——face my own life.
You only get a few chances in life to vote for someone.
The rest of your life you spend voting against someone else.

April 2012: Human relationships are strange & stupid & sad, but funny & sweet & addicting

Of course it’s April Fool’s. How damnably appropriate.

  • My dick has a tendency to wear out its welcome.

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February 2012: Thankfully, sobriety is only a transitory state.

I suppose it’s OK to want things you can’t have so long as you don’t want them very badly. Or have alcohol.

——God, he’s eating girls out in the bathroom. Again.

  • I honestly was put on this earth to do three things: write, drink and eat pussy.
  • Occasionally I write about eating pussy while I’m drunk.

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