a poem for today, 4 November 2012
[a letter sorted sonnet of six sentences and its image]
The sexual personality was created so much the better to control the body.
I just want to get my dick wet.
Apparently that’s been a rumor since the single dropped, that the song is actually sexual in nature.
I like pulling a thong up a little in front, so you get that almost-uncomfortable front wedgie thing.
If you apply the logic of critique too consistently, you create this almost gnostic notion of reality, that the one thing we can do is to be the person who realizes the world is wrong.
God, quit it with your academsplaining.
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