i still think about killing myself twice a day

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rule 13. anything you say can be turned into something else.

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rule 82. nobody tells the truth on the internet

we don’t need the new sentence,

the old sentence re-framed is good enough.

command-z

post-plagiarism

aka

new anxiety always

???

i write it myself, edit it myself, censor it myself,

publish it myself, distribute it myself,

and spend time in jail for it myself.

a misrepresentation of identity:

the pressure to constantly be creative

as though that demonstrates value, worth

even the tour de france cyclists,

with their chemically enhanced performance

mimic competence

whenever i say “i” i mean “me at the time of experience”

not the “me of the present or the future.”

congratulations,

i’m sick of this history.

as the times change, so must we

now,

no one wears a watch

meme baiting poetry

ready made poetry

opportunistic expression poetry

i’m sorry i love you poetry

trying to not smoke poetry

“passive aggressive text messages”

is my writing style

most of my fantasies are cobbled together from other people’s

fantasies.

our poetry is loss

a cease and desist

is a great love letter

from corporate

watchdogs

if:

passion paralyzes good taste

maybe:

paralyzed passion = good taste

less words

so they mean more

proof that old way wasn’t working:

i looked at something

and felt this thing

which made me think another thing

and something about a shared feeling

this style of writing grows on you,

word by word

i didn’t see any poetry in the desert,

but i plugged my phone in before i went to sleep

good soft reading

for when you’re sitting on your phone

waiting for a cab or a drink

post-plagiarism is

post-modernism without

the anxiety of

having to correctly answer

what, exactly,

one is talking about

if you read, you are contaminated.

you retain phrases, i’m sure.

what do we think about when we think about nothing?

“there’s a song i can’t stand and it’s stuck in my head.”

can i be sure that’s how the quote goes?

the biggest mistake we make in writing is assuming the reader

knows what the author means.

if you know what i’m saying.

most things are absolutely swollen with bad writing, anyways.

allow me to be blunt, allow me to be obvious.

dare to be dangerous, sounding like new age again.

we were well educated, yes, with a lack of information

how do we phrase our worries in language that is readily

understood?

a loving fall-apart into a new stage of not-existing

i’ve lost the will to drown out my thoughts.

i’m listening -

closely.

focus on contempt when you speak about power

a desire for truth is proof we can’t always get what we want

i suppose i shall call it something else

understanding, perhaps.

perhaps i strive to be understood.

someone’s version of pretty

it’s all about the packaging

a lack of belief in the idea of progress-

“have not”s massacre the “have”s.

the supremacy of materials

the end of crucifi xion

the desire to do everything or absolutely nothing.

marked over, x’d out

an act of vandalism on the things we love

but tears are always archival

halting writing

we have to maintain a rule of life,

owing nothing to anybody

if you’re not ashamed of your writing

at least partially

then your writing resembles nothing

neither joan of arc nor anarchy

returning with the face of a murderer

or a modern encyclopaedist

upset by what i see,

unfortunately

“writing” or “power”

not joking or being dramatic

i, too, avoid the mirror

just responsibly blotting pages

a spectator assigned this as normal

a measurement:

how far is too far?

saying nothing has always been my favorite poetry

too many changes of feelings to keep track

memories of stepping on twenty dollar bills

and i still think about killing myself twice a day

you just write -

one chapter at a time.