I first read this poem in 2018 and I laughed and also felt around my scrotum out of anxiety. Nice to read it again and reminisce etc.
I don’t have a girlfriend but I have @archivetruther and though it’s not the same, it’s still something.
A day will come, maybe tomorrow or several years from now, when you will stand in front of a mirror and it will feel like you are looking at your face for the very first time, as if you had never seen or known that face before. It will make all your hair stand on end.
Remember if ever my writing became an acquired taste, I’d like each and every one of you assholes to acquire that taste.
Happy birthday to whoever amongst you has a birthday today. Eat a cheesecake and send some to me as well. Or just zelle me five thousand cents and I can get it myself. Happy birthday again, king/queen/jester - whatever you go by
I seriously don’t understand people who wake up and take their coffee on an empty stomach. Can you stop being a sociopath and at least have a cigarette with it?







