asshat's lament

unemployed

let down by friends

feel so low that not even

masturbation is appealing

i'm so sick of websites with comment sections for every pathetic spew of an article they publish

why the need to ruminate on every compartmentalized experience your imagination says you’ve gone through?

it’s one thing to be contemplative, another to worship your own narrow uniqueness, to let it dictate how you should be, and also how others should must accept you.

that’s a fucking deep-assed ditch you’ve dug there and now that you [...]

late night frustrations

Ok, what am I trying to say here? What do I mean?
I stare at the computer screen, rereading, rereading, until the screen saver comes on, until my eyes blow out of focus.
I mumble the words softly as I type, retype. The curses, they come out a lot louder.
This fucking goddamn shit fuck [...]

spare the air

If I can’t understand the point of your argument you respond by saying I’m elitist?

Am I an elitist because you’re running hot on a lean mixture of raw emotion?

Or because I’m too stupid to decipher sputtering hyperboles backfiring out your tail pipe?

Thin that shit out a little with some facts.

Then maybe a stupid elitist like [...]

much more evolved

In ancient times they used to curse the sky because they didn’t comprehend their rotten luck

Now we just finger whomever with the blame because although we don’t understand it any better, we’re still pretty goddamn solid on the fact that none of this is our fault.

books about books

I’m reading Nelson Algren’s “Notes from a Sea Diary: Hemingway all the way,” and came across this brilliant nugget in the story entitled, “July 14th Raft of a Summer Night.” Algren was wailing away at editors, publishers and critics regarding so many classic books being out of print, yet so many of those same classic’s [...]