i’m not doing
the right stuff. the
stuff i am doing, it is
incorrect. lament
not, all ye who fail,
for we are each
flawless. i am a
failure. usually,
my heart, ripped
from my gut, torn
head lying nearby
(r.i.p. ripped, torn,
w/apologies).... no
need for retrib
ution in the aft
erlife. that’s what
he said, gender
specifically. fade
to white, says the
mixologist. may
be i need a brain
job. otherwise
known as what
is the right stuff?
as spoken by
the astronauts
on mars.
