eat your art
Category: morning pages
poetry doesn’t happen on a thursday
today is thursday
the same feeling
whatever the trip
latex scraps and leftover burgers
blasted in the back of the head with a shotgun
the museum of technology i don’t hate
why not take a look around?
don’t scroll on the toilet
write a poem instead
weird dream pills
pseudo-profound literary masturbation
writing creative things
creative writing things
the subjective experience of smoking a single fat joint
for science
mu
an unbroken line extending back to before the days of the dinosaurs