I’m freaked out by your indifference, I think. And
I wrote that A DAY BEFORE THE ELECTION!
Cut to the vulnerable quick, diving into the crack
of the book; its connective tissue is what I’d rather
be. You’ll never find me begging for clarity again.
I myself, however, am intrigued by the process. I
mean, whatever. It’s called BAD. But it’s so bad
it’s GOOD, even though our malaise is so very RE
PRESSED. Also, my stuttering is worse than ever.
