a poem for today, 6 July 2012
[a letter sorted sonnet of seven sentences and its image]
Even living as a single person on that salary is tough, if you want to eat something other than ramen noodles every once in a while.
The ice cream truck was too fast.
My abyss drawing nearer still, I feel my eyes close shut and I forget about the clouded, foamy ocean for a single fleeting second.
My nails however look fabulous.
What one should add is that self-consciousness itself is unconscious: we are not aware of the point of our self-consciousness.
Love is the minimal form of communism.
I brained my boss with a heavy chain.