Michael Inscoe's blog;

2011-05-15T13:10:00.001-05:00

i am not frank hinton

2011-04-01T14:46:00.001-05:00

i have translated luna miguel's most recent blog post using google translate

2011-02-23T17:17:00.004-06:00

Although I have already spoken more than once in all these subjects and authors, the New spleen and the recent New wave generation vomit, I like to delve into my thoughts and come forward any news and curiosity. Vomiting of the new wave, as I told you, is that page colorfully American punk poet Ana C. runs for a while. It compiles as a magazine or anthology, a series of texts by contemporary authors, young and not so young, poets and storytellers, who are still starting in this literature. Vomiting of the new wave is also a kind of war cry name generation they belong to many of the writers I have read recently in exclusivity and are slowly coming to our computers, lists of blogs or even racks (Messrs. of AbeBooks and Amazon, how much we owe ourselves, the other side of the pond). This new generation of American designers led by Tao Lin is undoubtedly the most popular and most international of all, and today the only two books translated and published in our country, and by Dorothea Lasky, Zachary Germain, Ellen Kennedy or Chelsea Martin.

Beyond quality and literary style, one of the most interesting of all is the will of the group, that carefree attitude while so engaged with literature. Anthologies, readings, blogs, groups, plaquettes, DTP. A non-stop. A world where every day there is a story, a theme, an analysis or recovery of the classics, a poem that claim. HTML spaces like Giant, Popserial, Thought Catalog or even Goodreads network are updated daily and serve as a platform for both the self as criticism, opinion or review of particular literary creation and global level. It is therefore a number of authors who have known better than anyone adapt their dynamics, their passion and ultimately his job to the Internet and new technologies, without neglecting the beloved role that unites us all. An example that neither the poetry nor the book are dead on paper gives us Steve Roggenbuck (Chicago, 1987) self-published book author i am like octoberwhen i am dead, only with a printer, scissors and a stapler, the book sold more copies than any Spanish author, first-or reputed could imagine. Sometimes you feel like a stick to put all of this. We might think that all look very similar. Which have all been uploaded to the (new) wave of Tao Lin. Taking advantage of social networks to promote nonsense. What they do is not poetry. Etc etc etc. But I would not be difficult to explain why these authors are worth, why I think they are changing the way of thinking about poetry and why are not all the "imitators"of the phenomenon of Tao Lin.

Tao Lin met in 2006 after browse the blog of one Ryan Manning, who did an interview with the author of Eee eeee eeeee. Ryan Manning left a kind of spam in the comments of my blog. First I was afraid it was some virus and then happily discovered it was just another blog of literature written in a language that I hated (then also lived in France and English was Purita merde). Tao's blog I Molo. Remember to leave a "Love" in one of its entries. He replied with a smiley face. Time passed and I kept going to his blog, he even suggested to my parents to have a look and publish it in Spain (ay, father and mother, if you would have ahead of Ana S. couple now be rich, muajaja muajaja) . In 2008 I met Ibrahim Berlin. One of our first conversations was about this guy. In 2009 Ibrah made public practices and prepared a report on Ellen Kennedy, Tao Lin and Zachary German who never saw the light. Thanks to that report dead discovered that Tao was translated in Spain and published by a little girl in his book was completely overlooked. I bought it at The Central. I was amused to find in the literature section of the East. The book, I think, was good. I found it funny, but did not like Ibrah So, in fact it molo this author is not nothing, until he read with attention the copy of Richard Yates ordered by AbeBooks and our friend Julio Fuertes finished translating to Alpha Decay about two weeks ago. Richard Yates will talk at length Ibrahim Berlin in the next issue of Chimera in a few days will be on the street. This number will also appear translated a poem by Tao Lin, another Dorothea Lasky and a Kendra Grant Malone, the beginning of an anthology of poetry by young Americans to be published in 2012 in The Gaviero Editions. Too much information. Wait. My head will explode. Ay. Ay. Ay.

Tao Lin's poetry (this was getting at) is the greatest example of what poetry today under 30 in the U.S.: the sweet ego, anecdote above all, the interior monologue, the speed, depression, loneliness This teen, pop, new technologies ... there is a very strong narrative. In fact, almost all American young poets of the story jump to poetry, poetry to the story without realizing it. His poetry, most of them will be rather difficult to introduce into our market, although it seems that there is a generation ready to accept other critics prefer to mark it off modernacos or neither-nor generation of letters. I are cool. Inspire me. I do believe that the little world of poetry is not flawed. Makes me doubt, again, what is purity? Purity is doing what one likes, and do it well, working, enjoying, discovering and sharing amazing things. Ana C., Dierks Stephen Tully, Richard Chiem, Poncho Peligroso (the poet laureate of 2011) or Brittany Wallace are some recent authors have read and I really liked. They are also good colleagues, and walls of Facebook or Tumbrls me look really fun.

It's nice to be living this. It's nice, I think, soak up the vomit blue and radioactive.

poncho peligroso for poet laureate

2011-02-15T13:59:00.001-06:00

2011 poet laureate

three remixes

2010-12-29T19:51:00.003-06:00

No Love Is Not Dead
by Robert Desnos; translated by Bill Zavatsky

At dawn before putting yourself to bed

Tell yourself you shouldn’t be sorry for anything

Want to be remembered for anything

On this despicable earth

For having known and loved you

Your gaze and how it shines

You, when you die

One rainy day

One spring morning

Listen, I’ve had enough of the picturesque, of colors and charm

Love, its tenderness and its cruelty

You, when you die,

You will still be beautiful and desirable

really attractive girls walk by and i just sit here

by Ana C.

dude

really attractive girls walk by here

i just sit

i'm ridiculous

i'm not even kidding

i stare listen and type

i'm ridiculous

Cherrylog Road
By James Dickey

I held her and held her and held her,

With deadly overexcitement,

Wild to be wreckage forever

Arbitrary Xmas Story

2010-12-20T13:33:00.002-06:00

Santa Claus is looking at his MacBook. iTunes is open. He looks at the song “On Fire” by Sebadoh. He clicks it and drags it to the playlist “Bitch Ass Winter Mix.”

Samuel Beckett is sitting on a park bench somewhere near his house. He thinks about Santa Claus. He thinks about other things. He has noise-cancelling earbuds that are attached to his iPod in his ears and is listening to the song “Bed Rock” by Young Money.

Santa Claus turns the volume up very loud and listens to the song “The La-Z-Boy 500” by the Falcon. He thinks about the sincere tone the singer is using. He tries to remember the last time he felt sincere. He thinks about Samuel Beckett. He double clicks the song “Dancing in the Moonlight” by Thin Lizzy.

He thinks about present-tense Santa Claus. There are multiple present-tense Santa Clauses. “They keep replacing each other,” he thinks. He feels like he can’t keep up. There is only one future-tense Santa Claus.

“Representational,” he thinks. He puts his coat and hat on and walks outside.

Samuel Beckett gets up from the park bench and walks towards the park’s entrance. He can see Santa Clause. Santa Claus sees him. He is smiling. Samuel Beckett removes his earbuds. They stop at the entrance, near an iron gate.

Samuel Beckett touches Santa Claus’s shoulder. He is still smiling. “Do you want to go to the movies,” Samuel Beckett says, “Inception is playing at 9:30.”

“Inception,” Santa Claus says. He still seems to be smiling, “Is Inception better than me? Am I dumber than Inception? Does Inception have a perceivably higher IQ than me? What am I saying? Would Inception ever even pose that question? Inception isn’t aware of my existence. Inception is unconsciously contented by that, I think. Inception is subconsciously glad it will never have to come into contact with me.”

“I think I’m going to go. Other’s are going. Are you coming,” Samuel Beckett says.

“Inception is an existential thing that hates my guts,” Santa Claus says, “so smug and condescending.” All the present-tense Santa Clauses are dramatizing crying. The future-tense Santa Claus seems angry. “An army of outdated present-tense Santa Clauses,” he thinks.

“I’m going to get coffee. Call me after the movie if you want to drink beers with me somewhere.”

“OK,” Samuel Beckett says. He looks at Santa Claus.

“I don’t know what I’m doing right now,” Santa Claus says.

Samuel Beckett walks away. Santa Claus walks towards the street.

“I don’t know what I’m doing right now,” he says quietly to himself, “I don’t know what I’m doing ever.”

Santa Claus thinks about future-tense Santa Claus being angry at the present-tense Santa Clauses who all seem to be trying to piece together a collective thought. “I don’t understand the logic behind future-tense Santa Claus,” he thinks, “and why is there not a past-tense Santa Claus. Why can’t all the present-tense Santa Clauses go away and, like form one coherent past-tense Santa Claus?”

Santa Claus walks across the street. A car swerves to miss him and honks. Santa Claus feels angry and confused at the consequential temporary meaningfulness it gives his life.

I’ll just put, like a playlist of three songs on repeat and listen to it for like a week.

2010-11-24T11:07:00.003-06:00

I mostly ride my bike to work. I am mostly a person. I am a monster maybe.

Sometimes I’ll make a new playlist with two of the songs from the old three-song playlist and add another song and put that on repeat, or sometimes I just put those two songs on repeat.

When I ride my bike I sometimes feel sad about it. Mostly I like riding my bike, but it is about three miles to work and there are a lot of hills and sometimes it is cold.

I move around my house after work thinking of things to do. Sometimes I click on Facebook and think, “What do I do now” and then I feel like splitting in two because I can’t answer that question. I can’t even say, “nothing” or “I’m not sure” or things like that. I pick up my guitar and make noise. I click on Gmail. I make more noises with the guitar. I walk downstairs and make coffee or drink beer.

I walk back upstairs with my coffee or beer. I look at Gmail. I scroll through everyone on Gchat. I click on Facebook. I pick my guitar up. I make noises with it.

I click on blogs. I look around my room. I walk to my roommate's room. We watch TV or I watch him play video games. My other roommate comes home. We go to Starbucks maybe.

Starbucks is depressing mostly. There is an old guy who works at the one we go to. He is slow moving and jovial. I don’t know. I edit prose things there. It feels like I never get anywhere with it. I don’t like, add words I think. I don’t like the things I have written but it seems hard to give them up. I don’t know what I am doing.

Ryan Manning

2010-11-21T18:23:00.002-06:00

Michael Inscoe

2010-11-16T17:08:00.000-06:00

Megan Boyle

2010-11-14T16:27:00.000-06:00

I wrote about going to Chicago this weekend

2010-10-12T11:02:00.005-05:00

I sent Stephen Tully Dierks a Facebook message about possibly meeting up. He said it was a good idea

We drove to Chicago Sunday. We left at ~7am and arrived at ~7pm. I texted Stephen: "Hey. This is Michael. Do you have '4Loko' in Illinois? Is texting a bad or ok way to contact you? We are close to Chicago. I've never been. I feel excited. Ok"

He responded: "Texting's fine. Have not experienced the Loko yet but would like to. Cool."

We got a room at the Heart 'O' Chicago. It was cheap, like $20 a person. We went to a bar called the Whistler. I drank IPAs. I don't know Sam Pink but I emailed him: "Hi Sam. I'm in Chicago. I will go to Quimby's tomorrow. What else should I do? Ok. Sorry to bother you. Thank you. Ok. Bye." In the car on the way up I read things from 'Frowns Need Friends Too' aloud to everyone.

We went to a bar called The Boiler Room. The bathrooms are like subway cars. There are soundbites of drivers speaking over intercoms. I drank more IPAs and ate a slice of cheese pizza.

Someone approached our table and said "Who's the drummer? Do you know what I'm saying? Do you speak English? Whoever is tapping their foot needs to stop."

"I'm tapping my foot," I said, "I'll stop. Thank you for being so condescending." While I was saying this he sat down next to me. He started to say something. I said "thank you" again and shooed him away in a purposefully condescending manner. He left our table and we shit-talked him for a while.

I was really drunk. Almost blacked-out I think. We took a cab back to the motel and I immediately passed out.

In the morning I felt hung-over and embarrassed about emailing Sam Pink and confused about life in general. We drove downtown to see if we could pick up our tickets. There was a ticket crisis that lasted from ~11:00 AM to ~4:00 PM. It isn't interesting enough to write about. We got our tickets in the end.

We went to Quimby's and The Buffalo Exchange. I bought a button that reads "Ultimate Worrier" and a postcard at Quimby's and tried on a Steve Earle shirt at The Buffalo Exchange. It was too small and too expensive. We went to Reckless Records and I spent $31.77 on The Replacements / Don't Tell a Soul LP, Paul Simon / 'You Can Call Me Al' back with 'Gumboots' 45, Patti Smith / Easter LP, Bruce Springsteen / 'Glory Days' "Promotional Copy" 12", Bruce Springsteen / The River double LP, while thinking things like "Patti Smith looks really hot," "'Gumboots' is one of my favorite songs," "The Replacements is one of my favorite bands," "'The River' is one of my favorite songs. [This album] is only $2.99. I should buy it." and "Bruce Springsteen is one of the most amazing human beings who ever lived."

Stephen Tully Dierks texted me about meeting up. We agreed to meet at a coffee shop called Filter Cafe. Sam Pink responded with a kind email that used the word nice ~5 times.

We walked to Earwax. I ordered coffee and a bagel with tofu scramble and cheddar cheese. I texted Stephen that i had ordered food and that we would be late. He agreed to meet us at Earwax.

Stephen showed up. We talked about things. He was wearing a polo shirt and khakis. He had just gotten off work. It was sort of awkward, but not in a bad way, like unavoidably awkward or something. I feel like I'm an awkward person. Stephen said they make 4Loko in Illinois. We talked about Pop Serial and other things.

I feel glad I met him. We said goodbye and walked to the Chicago Theatre. Belle and Sebastian played. It was very good. Some loud people sat behind us and said stupid things really loud. I felt insane.

We went back to the motel and walked across the street to a bar called Wild Rover after watching ~5 minutes of a movie with Vince Vaughn and John Favreau that wasn't Made or Swingers.

We played songs on the juke box and talked to the bartender. She liked the songs we were playing and gave us $5.00 to play more songs. It was 1:11 AM and we had to get up and drive home in the morning and I wrote this on my iPhone sitting at the bar drinking beer and listening to Bruce Springsteen, Thin Lizzy, The Pogues, and The Black Kids.

When 'Thunder Road' came on we all sang along really loud.

i drank approx. 47.2 ml of 'children's Benadryl Allergy" and consequently feel great

2010-09-26T16:47:00.000-05:00

the bottle says to take "take 5 ml"

i got stung by a bee friday morning

today is sunday

my hand is really swollen

the fever is gone now but my finger still feels crazy

to come up with the number "approx. 47.2" i searched google for "40% of 118"

i feel like it would be hard to stand up and walk away from this desk right now

'macbook'

my hoodie is touching my neck

i just wondered 'why does my neck feel like that' not knowing the feeling was being caused by the hoodie touching it

my beard feels soft but out of control right now

gonna go to sleep now

new poem

2010-09-23T17:40:00.002-05:00

free drugs;-)

"i respond to this email"

2010-09-02T18:39:00.003-05:00

yesterday i calmly thought as i pressed snooze "i can just fill the ice bin now [via dreaming]. then i'll have less to do at work."

proceeded to dream about diligently filling multiple ice bins

remembered hiding my digital camera under the comforter and sheets before i left for work yesterday

panicked a little thinking something like, "i never removed it yesterday. where is it now?"

remembered that meggie got into bed before me and how she puts things just under the bed, like on the outermost part of under-the-bed

looked down past the mattress and saw the camera

picked it up and took three photographs then deleted the three photographs

picked up my phone and looked at twitter

clicked on a link to a thought catalog piece called “audrey” from “shoplifting from american apparel” by tao lin from tao lin's twitter account

read it and felt like it was very good and very interesting

imagined to some extent most of the things tao describes but where i am the male character and the girl was mostly i think meggie but maybe sometimes one or more various pornstars i am aware of

noticed it was already 9:30, which is when i should be at work

walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth and pee

riding to work a truck pulling a trailer almost perceivably purposefully ran me off the rode

arrived at work

brewed coffee

said things to coworkers

swept while listening to a playlist called "summer trip"

today i worked and did laundry

once i was in a laundromat where there was a sign that read "...laundrey"

someone crossed out the "e" and wrote "spelled like this: laundry"

noise-canceling headphones

2010-08-26T16:48:00.004-05:00

this happened last weekend

i don't know

someone said something about updating this

does anyone even look at this

i don't know

keep thinking about deleting everything and stopping trying to write

i don't think the poems in the video are very good (they are bad / awful mostly i think), especially the one that has the word "balsamic" in the first line

seems like i've gotten better at writing but i haven't 'matured as a writer'

i haven't written anything in >1 month

i don't know

i'm listening to the video right now (it's in a different tab)

~4 people sigh in a sympathetic manner after 2 poems

my friend candace recorded the video

this post seems to only be about the video

uhm i have a job

keep watching youtube videos of the go gos

"Go-Go's Vacation 1982" is amazing

so is "Head Over Heels - Go-Go's"

damn

these are so good

Word is connecting to the printer...

2010-06-12T16:27:00.003-05:00

I walked up stairs

“Working is fucking stupid,” I said out loud

No one was upstairs

Someone had cleaned the upstairs

Someone changed the song on the iPod

Downstairs

“Fuck this,” I said out loud

I want out loud to be one word, like this:

Outloud

Loudly said “fuck all human beings” at work today

At work today I earnestly thought this:

“fuck all human beings”

I want the words downstairs and upstairs to be two words

Like this:

Down stairs, up stairs

i always go to the same bar on monday nights

2010-06-08T12:01:00.004-05:00

last night i went to a bar called the white water tavern

i was sitting at a picnic table outside with 6 other people

there was another picnic table with approx 6 people

a guy came up to us

and said hey hey you got a cigarette i could have

tracy said yes

she removed cigarettes from her purse

and gave him one

the guy was bald and had a long goatee

he was sweating and jittery

tracy has a fear of being dosed with lsd or other drug

so she went inside to get a new beer and wash her hands

everyone at the other picnic table went inside

the guy came back sweating and jittery and said

anyone wanna buy an ipod for 10 dollars

he removed an ipod nano from his shorts pocket

it had headphones that were still in his shorts pocket some

nate said no i bet thats stolen

the guy said yeah its stolen

nate said they can trace those

the guy walked away

and said anyone got a spare beer

i said we only have the same number of beers as people

will said actually i bought this extra beer

i had no idea what i was going to do with it

some people laughed

the bald sweating jittery guy said i didnt want a fucking beer anyway

and climbed to the top of the fence

and shot a gun into the air 6 or 7 times

and ran away

everyone ran inside and someone called the police

the police said they arrested him down the street

and questioned some people

i can sit on the edge of my bed with my computer waiting on my friend to go get a drink at a bar where there will possibly be other friends

2010-05-18T21:35:00.006-05:00

i can consider the last 11 days of my life

not really

that is a lie

i am having trouble thinking about things outside of my very immediate consciousness right now

tried to text a joke to someone just now

feels like i can't concentrate on anything

i have been back in little rock arkansas for ~12 hours

i slept for ~4 hours

i walked around listening to the-dream feeling sorry for myself

seems like there is a the-dream / prince connection

seems like the synth line in fast car sounds like the synth line from erotic city

also the drums

seems like nikki is darling nikki

can't figure out if / why this matters / is worth noting

i can feel good and temporarily satisfied when my phone's text message notification sounds

i can feel good and temporarily satisfied when all my laundry is done, my bed is made, and i have just opened and taken the first drink of a beer

i have spent 18 of the last 52 days in little rock, arkansas

i spent the other days in delaware, new york, baltimore, virginia, tennessee, north carolina, others

i can sit here on my bed typing words and drinking beer, waiting to go to the bar with my friend

someone in here is strumming an acoustic guitar and i feel sad and aimless

2010-04-29T18:41:00.004-05:00

i left the coffee shop

i looked through a restaurant window and saw a girl with large breasts

i quietly said "tits" and laughed i think

i felt like it was a dumb thing that wasn't ironic even though i think i had intended it to be

i saw an older man and woman eating there

the woman was wearing a surgical mask

i thought about the "tits" thing again

this is when i thought about the sincerity of the irony

i saw my reflection in the restaurant's door

i saw a man wearing a white motorcycle helmet and black leather chaps

he was standing next to a white motorcycle with fur-lined seats

he looked confused, like he didn't know how he got here

wearing a matching helmet, with fur-lined seats, in little rock, arkansas

i walked to work and ate black bean nachos

it was slow so they didn't need me to work

i walked back to the coffee shop

feelings of uncertainty via the last sentence in your email

2010-04-26T17:35:00.003-05:00

when i was in new york i checked craigslist missed connections everyday

i don't know if i was looking for someone looking for me or what i was doing

i don't know why i did that

after i left new york i checked it once but it didn't interest me anymore so i just went to htmlgiant or something

i shouldn't have looked at your profile picture last night

2010-04-25T10:13:00.004-05:00

i should have just gone straight to bed

seems like i trained myself to have strong opinions so people would perceive me as intelligent / cultured

seems like i'm tired of having opinions

[I'm running around the house with the dog when my cell phone rings]

2010-04-19T15:08:00.004-05:00

overwhelming feelings of uncertainty

2010-04-12T09:28:00.005-05:00

sort of feel overwhelmingly sad right now

like i don't know what to do except keep refreshing gmail and then clicking on facebook then formspring then going to other websites then doing the first two things and looking at other websites again

feel out of control

right now i am homeless

right now i am drinking coffee and gatorade in my friends' apartment in queens

right now i don't know what i will do next

now i am writing a blogpost

now i am still doing that

i am going to refill my coffee

okay

i am listening to miles anthony benjamin robinson

submitted something to jubilat

who cares

who cares who fucking cares

okay sorry

i have an email contact called kathryn cates and one called katherine coates. both are people i know in real life. one is a very good friend of mine

2010-04-10T08:27:00.008-05:00

i am sitting in my friend's apartment in queens drinking coffee

i am wearing one of her hats. i am not wearing a shirt. seems like i look like a gi joe character or something, a shirtless person wearing a woman's hat, unsure what i'm currently attempting to convey

she is asleep in her bedroom

i made this

unsure what it is ultimately going to be, but i am going to keep adding things to it

in the blogpost before this one i wanted "someone" to "please get this tattoo." the link was a dead link. this link will work. please get that tattooed on your body. i will write a poem for you

whenever i cross a street with someone else i don't look both ways, i just try to stay relatively close to the person

if i sort of get nervous that the person neglected to see an oncoming car, i feel mostly concerned with the fact that i think it would be embarrassing to be hit by a car

once a girl i was in love with was hit by a car

her collarbone was broken

the collarbone is my favorite place on the body

i masturbated this morning for the first time in over a week

it felt a little better than normal but it was ultimately just as depressing as every other time i've ever masturbated

mostly when i masturbate it is a very mechanical process

i don't really care that i'm doing it / enjoy it

mostly it is a reaction to not really knowing what to do

it feels sort of compulsive like i have to do it

i feel sort of disgusting right now, like a person who is going to put something about masturbating on the internet, like someone who doesn't really care that he is going to do that

lately i feel very numb, like i am affected by nothing

sometimes i feel suicidal thoughts, but they don't really last very long

they are mostly before i go to sleep, which is strange, because they used to most often happen when i woke up in the morning

when i decided to go to delaware to farm i was feeling the most suicidal i have ever felt in my life

i would fantasize about hanging myself and look for handguns online

seemed like hanging myself would be less stressful as long as i got the drop right / long enough

sorry i am writing this

seems like this will worry some of my friends

sarah and i left the farm in delaware because it was disgusting and the water was unsafe

we are in new york trying to decide what we will do next

i don't want to end this blogpost right now but i feel unsure of what to write next / like i don't really want to write anything else right now

good.

2010-03-23T16:26:00.005-05:00

this

will someone please get this tattoo?

sometimes i make notes for poems in text message drafts because i'm drunk and don't want to forget them

2010-03-16T16:26:00.003-05:00

1)

Gritting teeth thing
lover untrustworthy
one songs

2)

Cheek kiss
consolation for rest
of nite rest of
everything

3)

Create birthday
thing know it won’t
happen

4)

Problem with males
never grow up look
up to girls or no one
grows up or

Now

2010-03-11T19:22:00.008-06:00

my favorite thing to do right now is "cornify" brandon gorrell's blog

my favorite song right now is 'the cure / six different ways'

also i like when ted leo covers it

or is it chisel i think it's chisel

i made this

i changed this

i move to delaware in 'less than 3 weeks'

'i feel nervous'

i am hungry i am going to go to a restaurant now

ok ok

2010-02-25T09:55:00.005-06:00

last night i kissed a girl on her couch

after i called her roommate's dog ghost dog

because he is all white and sort of looks like the dog from nightmare before christmas

there was also a cat called sophie

feel unsure about the spelling of sophie

we were watching music videos

they were fuzzy because my glasses broke

i have an eye exam today

my right eye is going blind VIA "bursting blood vessels"

when i really consider that i feel terrified

we slept on the couch in our shoes

seemed sweet

at 4:33 am i think we went to her bed

i slept in my clothes but removed my shoes

this morning i kept mumbling i think

and she said what and seemed confused

i felt like an idiot

felt like my body grew or was 'gigantic and taking up the bed'

felt afraid that she didn't sleep well VIA 'michael snoring'

recalled a dream where she said: i have to tell you i still miss john

couldn't figure out whether or not it definitely was a dream

wonder who john represents in my subconscious

drinking coffee and making a wedding playlist for my friend's wedding

latin music

his parents are from cuba and dominican republic

the dog shed a lot and she kept pushing him off things like the couch or her bed

a guy i work with says he can fix my motorcycle for 'free or not much money'

tuesday night i read poetry on campus

it 'went well'

my teacher said astoundingly kind things about my writing

felt good

this coffee is making me feel good

seems like one of my favorite ways to feel is: 'not much sleep, drinking coffee'

NEWS

2010-02-23T15:18:00.002-06:00

hip hop poem

2010-02-16T09:17:00.003-06:00

the only thing thicker than blood is liquid dollar bills

i wear sunglasses to shield myself from the amounts of diamonds i wear and because this city is like a concrete military missile testing facility

my fresh clothes are like a kevlar vest

i am like one of the missiles that is going to be fired at a mountain and later the nuclear fallout will shorten the life-spans of children on a small island the u.s. has never heard of

the fallout is a metaphor for my ability to create these dope rhymes

the shortened life-spans are a metaphor for the impact i have on the kids

they are our future and i am the future of hip hop already

i am coming at you several years before the kids that will get me

and i have a lot of women with me

in fact i have your girlfriend with me and she likes me better

one of the other girls is one of your exgirlfriends and they always make jokes about how you were a bad lover and how i am a better lover

but sometimes i get afraid that all these people are around me for my money

it's been hard you know on my soul to try and figure out who is my real friend

so mostly i walk this concrete nuclear testing island on my own

2010-02-05T16:48:00.004-06:00

i am going to drop most of my classes this semester

i am going to move to delaware on april 1, 2010

i am going to work on a fabric farm that also has a stained glass studio

the owner of the farm is also going to teach me how to quilt

i am going with my very good friend sarah and her dog rudy who is also my very good friend

once rudy saved us from a fire

we fell asleep on sarah's couch and rudy woke me up whimpering and pawing at me

the smoke alarm was beeping and the house was filled with smoke

i jumped up and yelled fire and woke sarah

we ran all around the house looking for it

it turns out rudy had pushed a pillow off a chair and onto a heater grate

the pillow was on fire and smoking and the house smelled awful

we lay on the couch laughing until we fell back to sleep

wednesday at work my boss stopped me and said what are you doing what are you doing this is so inefficient you are the slowest person i have ever seen

i felt like puking

i felt humiliated and like i can't quit because i need to save money for delaware

i keep spelling it deleware

damn

lately this is the only thing that makes me happy

the way she is so happy in real life at what he is doing, that it seems to go beyond acting, like she can't help but smile, makes me feel very happy. and when he plays the jingly part towards the end and she leans up to get his attention (approx. 2:22), that part is really wonderful

that's my favorite part of any marx brothers movie, the whole scene leading up to it is amazing, too. groucho keeps coming in with an umbrella and harpo delivers unwanted ice

you should watch horse feathers if you want to

the funniest one is duck soup i think

okay

2009-11-16T20:29:00.004-06:00

right now i'm halfway through megan boyle's new story on muumuu house. it's really good so far. i especially like this:

"They kiss for the second time. Anne wonders if the objective of kissing is to try to pass through the other person and come out the other side.

"As other people filter onto the porch, Anne realizes she has been talking only with Nate all night. They go inside and share a bowl of noodles on the couch. Sometimes after Anne says something, Nate's neck straightens, a slow smile forms, and his eyes narrow almost as if he got too much sun in them. Anne has never met anyone with this facial expression. It makes her feel safe and liked. Many people are around, but appear occupied with other things. Anne and Nate gradually slide down to a lying position, and fall asleep tangled together."

will someone tell me if that is the correct way to put quotations around two paragraphs? i think it is

i left a comment on jillian clarke's blog because i had a relevant comment to make

it made me think of 'putting your best face forward via the internet'

i think my internet persona is quirkier than my real-life persona because i want to be perceived as quirky

i went to jillian clarke's blog because i like her poem in pangur ban party (via print)

i was on my computer because i was at work having coffee before my shift

i went to work early because i didn't know what to do

i didn't know what to do because my shift starts at 9pm and i think that's a weird time and it gets dark earlier now

it gets dark earlier now because it's winter and daylight savings time was 2 weeks ago

daylight savings time

jillian clarke's poem has the word "collarbone" in it

i wrote three okay poems in my life with that word in it

none of them are a quarter as good as jillian's poem

collarbone

okay

8:39

8:43

i'll probably delete this

Halloween

2009-10-31T13:45:00.002-05:00

Memoir
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009

I wrote this while listening to AC Newman

I drank coffee and water and ate a bagel with lox and read about Richard Whitehurst’s latest installation piece and walked by your house on the way home and when I got here I started looking for something to listen to and I eventually settled on AC Newman and then I started writing this

1. There are Maybe Ten or Twelve / 2:41 / AC Newman / Get Guilty / Alternative

2. ‘Kara Yoder’

3. I went to Target earlier and bought new speakers for my computer and now I can listen to music louder but I feel self-conscious when my roommates are home

4. I got coffee and ordered a bagel and ordered 4 new shirts for the winter and walked by your house

5. “there are maybe 10 or 12 / things that I could teach you / after that, well, you’re on your own… / make of that what you will”

We were at the Arlington Hotel in Hot Springs, Arkansas and the cops came because we were drinking whiskey and jumping off the balcony and landing on the bushes and Sarah and I hid in the women’s restroom on the first floor with our feet up, on the toilet and they came in three times before they found us and threatened to spray us with pepper spray if we didn’t come out of the stall

Candy’s Room / 2:48 / Bruce Spingsteen / Darkness on the Edge of Town / Rock & Roll

I have 8 tattoos

1. ‘woman calling out for peace and equality’ ARM

2. magnolia blossom ARM

3. heart, diamond, star FINGERS

4. “’Otis Redding’” ARM

5. cocktail sword, “pmd” WRIST

6. arrow with green, yellow stripe, pointing up SHIN

7. arrow with green, yellow, red stripe, pointing down SHIN

8. “I’m sorry” CHEST

Glycerine / 4:27 / Bush / Sixteen Stone / Pop

sorry

2009-10-20T19:04:00.002-05:00

this is my new favorite:

WATCH ME AS I JUMP UPON A DISASTROUS BANDWAGON

'i can't tell if my blog looks better / worse now. i know my beard makes me look less attractive than normal

i am seriously considering changing the font of this blog to 'arial'

i was advised for classes yesterday for next semester

i think i have like 55-60 hours left

that's a long time

i failed two classes last semester via 'meaning to drop them but forgetting to'

they told me i couldn't have financial aid until my grades were better

i looked on the school's website in my account, under 'financial aid holds' and it said "no financial aid holds" so i applied for financial aid i hope i get it

i have moved out of my house / sold my motorcycle did i already say that

i will not have a home for 5 more days

i will not have another motorcycle until i can save 1000 more dollars

i feel bored

i am boring you

i am boring

sorry

"if today was not an endless highway / if tonight was not a crooked trail / if tomorrow wasn't such a long time"

2009-09-26T15:55:00.005-05:00

i woke up

i listened to music

i took a shower and listened to music again

i went to eat lunch for my friend's birthday

i checked my email

i wrote an email

i discovered something weird and depressing

i felt really depressed but mostly weird

the weird feeling slowly dissolved

now i feel really depressed and wide awake / unable to focus from the coffee

there is a bug in my water

i first noticed the bug right after i discovered the weird depressing thing

it felt like an enormous rock was on my chest and i was laying in some sand

my head feels empty and like i want to go away from where i am but like i probably won't

tonight i will work "6:00 – midnight"

i will pour a lot of beers for people i don't like and most of the beers will be "blue moons"

fuck

left – right

table: sunglasses; laptop case; corn starch cup: soda water, ice, bug; coffee mug: 2 shots of espresso, hot water (approx. 238 degrees); soy milk

chair: me: confused, depressed, lovelorn?; computer: safari, microsoft word; several pieces of paper: black printed words, red written words

i feel fucking stupid ok ok

it isn't a bug, it's mold from the ice bin

i dug it out with my finger

nothing tastes right

i don't ever want to eat or drink anything again

autobiographical

2009-09-24T10:06:00.005-05:00

1. gmail won't let me attach a small zip file of poems / prose i've been working on

gmail says that it can't "access my contacts" and it "may cause problems"

'did anyone go into work early and listen to the 6ths and try to type a to-do list in microsoft word but gmail won't attach a file you want to print on the office computer and your coffee is cold today?'

someone yelled strange things at me last night, outside a bar, things that felt phony or i don't know what

it's going to rain i don't want to be here

i feel hot but i'm not going to remove my sweatshirt

'this is the extent of this year'

2. i'm going to delete this soon

2. i haven't done anything in a long time

i still haven't mailed chapbooks to anyone

i looked through one last week and it's all awful

the things i've written since then are better but still not very good at all

i don't like the cover anymore

i don't know why i made that cover anymore

i must have been feeling lazy

it feels like there are two parts to this post

i will go back and number those parts right now

there are two number twos because i don't know which is right, which is the actual first line for section two who fucking cares

i feel mildly sarcastic right now / indifferent to my sarcasm / indifferently sarcastic / unconcernedly sarcastic

3. i was just able to attach the file in gmail

is this a third section

i'm moving next month

from:

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to:

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this is where i work. the building looks different now:

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this is where my parents live and where i lived from when i was 7 or 8 until i was 19. that's my dad's car:

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would it be better to 'make myself post here more often' or 'not write unless i have something good to write about. that feels like never'?

2009-08-17T17:28:00.009-05:00

i wrote the best thing i ever wrote in my life three weeks ago i think

or four weeks

or less

i submitted it to 'Poetry'

they will pay me if they print it but i don't think they will print it

was it my pinnacle?

i haven't written anything since

(except ten and a half numbered poems

i can't figure out why they're numbered

the numbers change when i delete poems

is that lying

feels like i wish i had kept the real numbers)

what do you do with the poem that is the best thing you have ever written that you are afraid will be the best thing you ever wrote?

do you hold out for the 'proper venue?'

what am i typing right now

what am i doing?

i am 'crashing from adderall'

seriously

damn

i have to pee really bad but i'm not getting up

i can see the bathroom door from my seat

feels like getting up would 'unravel me or something'

i went pee

it felt good

the way i am grinding my teeth right now would suggest i am 'not yet coming down from the adderall'

what is the 'street value' of adderall i don't want to embarrass myself if i ever get the chance to buy it

the pills i have now were left at a bar i was at

there are only a few

i need to use them sparingly

i hope i remember to edit this tomorrow when i am not on adderall

yesterday after work i got on my motorcycle and a guy in his car said "hey, you know what splatters on concrete don't you?... watermelons and skulls"

he is a 'regular customer'

he is 'really sleazy'

i said "haha, yeah, got it"

i felt really fake

i keep trying to 'ctrl + click or other mac commands' on this 'pc' in the office at work

2009-08-15T10:29:00.005-05:00

i am in the office at work

work starts in 1 minute

there are weird loud booms outside, downstairs

i feel nervous

i am hungover

there are gnats

i have a gatorade

my head hurts

i have still not mailed everyone's books

i have mailed no one's books

haha

suckers

just kidding

i am a fucking idiot

megan boyle's blog is really good

it made me feel 'briefly okay this morning'

i liked when i read this:

"do i only feel depressed because i constantly ask myself 'how am i feeling right now' and sometimes i don't feel anything at all" —megan boyle

okay

okay

what the fuck is this

keep thinking i want a ryan manning "rothko > hip hop" tattoo

sorry ryan manning

is that dumb / creepy / dumb

sorry

seriously

i am being serious right now

briefly considered making a deleted blogposts blog (via dvd menu: 'deleted scenes') with all the saved drafts in my blogger account

2009-08-02T10:20:00.006-05:00

i dj'ed at the rev room last night

i only ended up with 30 minutes, which is good because i was unprepared

also i prepared a cd for the "fashion show in the middle of the bands"

the designer was nice and thanked me and hugged me

it was fun

i made $35

i spent more than that i think

dumb

this is boring this is stupid who cares

i will make a news update to feel better about this blogpost:

i am working on my next thing which is called 'Otis Redding'* and is either going to be a novella or collection of things again or both or something

it is going well

i haven't looked at it in over three days

i will look at it tomorrow and the next day a whole lot

apple

2009-07-31T10:28:00.003-05:00

i have been lazy and not mailed out any of the chapbooks i promised

monday is my day off

i will do it monday

promise

something (for ke)

2009-07-28T15:36:00.005-05:00

today i talked aloud to an imaginary class about ee cummings for over an hour

it started in the shower and ended when i parked my moped in front of the restaurant i am currently in

today i have hurt my friend's feelings

i am sorry for that

last night i hurt someone else's feelings

a 'coworker'

i felt / feel less concerned with that

i am going to remove myself from reality

it is unfortunate that i am not really going to remove myself from reality

if you were here i would say to you: you have hurt my feelings before

but i am sorry for hurting your feelings today

i didn't want to do that

if your face was here i would say: i am sorry for hurting your feelings

if your face was here i would look for ways to make my face close to it

it is seriously shitty for everything ever that i am not going to remove myself from reality for a while

haha

2009-07-20T17:07:00.006-05:00

Thank you for being kind

From: +1870365----

4:38pm 7/20/09

Your body was a reminder that i am sex starved haha

To: +1870365----

Sent:4:45pm 7/20/09

unhappy / indifferent to this blog post / will probably just delete it later

2009-07-19T09:53:00.005-05:00

i am working on a novella called Otis Redding

*'Otis Redding' is a metaphor for something i can't explain

so far i have three or four sentences in a microsoft word document and notes in a moleskine book

so far i have sold several copies of my chapbook and given away more

i feel better about giving it away

i have made my money back minus 'about thirty dollars' which seems 'fine by me' because tips were better than i thought last week and i was able to use them to pay rent

i am drinking a 'gatorade g2' right now

i didn't get much sleep last night

last night was fun

i went swimming and it was cold riding home on my moped

and cory traded me one of his shirts for the book and david slade played and danny malone and these people that came with danny malone and cory played some at a warehouse downtown

i almost fell over trying to kiss the person on the back of my moped

we never ended up kissing

which is good i think

ok

2009-07-17T20:13:00.004-05:00

advertisement here

my new chapbook 'i am trying to please you because i care about you' is out now

you should buy it

or trade me something

or free i don't care

okay

'beach house '09 4 life'

2009-07-14T11:38:00.001-05:00

tomorrow night is the reading / 'official release'

i have a 'sample copy' of the book

i keep holding it and thinking, sort of unsarcastically, 'way to go' and then 'is this substantial no probably not'

i have found three errors in the book

one of them is 'major' kind of

i am not allowing myself to look through the book anymore because i have paid for 70 copies and i don't want to be any more nervous / embarrassed

i just found a fourth error

all of the errors represent both 'initial errors' and 'proofreading errors'

that means there are really 8 errors in the book

damn

as of now i mean

found another error

ten of them

last night i found myself in the position 'being prepared to die' mostly because i 'could have died from lightning strike,' like i was asking for it

i put myself into the position

i felt good about it

i pay rent at a house with two roommates and i have a comfortable bed but i don't want to stay there so i have been sleeping in a tent in my friends' living room

i read megan boyle's blog post about not wanting to eat and i really wanted a subway sandwich but i didn't eat one

the next day i did and it was really disappointing but i want one again

i keep thinking about subway sandwiches and this girl i work with

i keep making up daydreams where we kiss in the tent

that's stupid

i'm stupid

ftw

2009-07-09T16:52:00.004-05:00

all my chapbook files have crashed / the program has crashed / i'm fucked / oh fuck / 'starting over'

fucking sweet

2009-07-02T14:50:00.004-05:00

my chapbook will be officially released on july 15

it is called 'i am trying to please you because i care about you'

it has 60-something pages of poems, blog posts, and short stories

there will be a reading / official release party at the house restaurant

phillip huddleston and jackson meazle will be reading too

7:00 pm

it's a wednesday

fucking sweet fucking sweet fucking sweet fucking sweet fucking sweet

drunk

2009-06-19T01:04:00.006-05:00

read some words is a chapbook

it's 'coming soon'

go here

i feel good about this, like i'm okay with / excited about advertising for this or whatever i am doing

i am drunk right now

not "advertising" because it's free. or for cheap you can get several copies + 'bonuses'

$3 only. i did that. i paypalled them my money yesterday

blog hits are going to be up today and tomorrow and maybe saturday because brandon gorrell mentioned $7 stories and linked here

that's good. brandon is a good writer (buy his book here) i'm interviewing him, too. can i interview you, too? email me

email me about interviewing you and order a 'read some words' chapbook please

okay

damn

2009-06-14T11:42:00.004-05:00

it's a good thing i illegally downloaded the 4th and 5th seasons of 'six feet under'

i start my new job tomorrow at 5:00

i feel like doing nothing but watching 'six feet under' until then

i feel like this, kind of:

songs that could be considered the respective artist's or band's bruce springsteen's i'm on fire:

the cure / close to me

otis redding / try a little tenderness

bruce springsteen / i'm on fire (cousin cole's bad desire mix)

i think that's it

last night my friend jane let me sleep in her bed because for some reason i didn't want to sleep in mine and she was going to sleep at her boyfriend's

her roommate's dog, jane, slept in the bed with me and it was the best sleep i've gotten / latest i've slept in a long time

i'm going to buy the necessary ingredients to make a salad now and then eat a salad and then watch 'six feet under' and then go to work tomorrow

summer

2009-06-09T14:40:00.006-05:00

no kidding no kidding no kidding no kidding no kidding no kidding no kidding no kidding no kidding no kidding no kidding

what is important

was i too old when i started writing (23 or 24)

am i going to be romantic like larry brown or like some of my professors who are 50+

am i ever going to have a degree

why am i so unmotivated

what the fuck am i thinking writing and talking about writing with my friends

what do i do, aimlessly try to write a novel or substantial short story

short stories

90% of what i've written up to this point is practice

6% of what's left is practice that shows potential

the rest has been published by places i like / want to support / am glad to be supported by, no less, no, i don't know

what would my novel be about anyways

seems like i can't read novels anymore

seems like i'm too a.d.d. or something, and my writing is the same, no more than 1,500 words or so

and the word combinations are always unacceptable after, like, 500 words

where would the novel go what would be the narrative arch should it have a narrative arch what about character development what is that just kidding i mean i don't think i'm capable

what is the point of this blog / blog post

am i the writing equivalent of this or even worse

are you able to empathize with me or am i writing things you thought a long time ago and have progressed from

zine

2009-06-05T19:51:00.004-05:00

'i don't know / this feels stupid' is finished

email me your address if you want me to mail you one:

minscoe@gmail.com

every morning i think about the same thing

2009-06-05T10:44:00.004-05:00

laying in bed falling in and out of sleep, considering getting up, getting coffee and checking my emails:

smashing my face with a baseball bat

smashing my face against something

barbed wire or an extension cord being wrapped around my neck multiple times and attaching the respective ends to two cars and they drive away from me, one east, one west

cookiebomb has published my short poem 'i was drunk and crying a little and i wrote a short story tonight'

i feel good about this

there is a dachshund on my bed right now

my stomach hurts

tonight is the localist launch party at the revolution room

my printer keeps jamming

fuck

unique visitors low

2009-06-04T11:10:00.008-05:00

so far there are 5 stories at the $7 stories site

brandon gorrell gave us a sweet disclaimer / blurb thing and has agreed to help us 'solicit' people or whatever

tomorrow night is the localist launch party:

7:00 pm, friday, may 05, 2009

revolution room

little rock, arkansas

the see

jonathan wilkins

magic hassle

$5 (includes 'free copy' of the magazine)

"channel 7 news is going to be there." i don't know what that means

okay

exciting, seriously

2009-06-01T14:47:00.010-05:00

megan boyle and i are working on an e-book called '$7 stories'

it's going to feature some of the losing stories from brandon scott gorrell's short story contest in a non-bitter, non-reactionary, 'we just want to get to read them / see them all together on a site' manner

comment or email me or megan if you're interested in participating and i'll show you the site and everything and you can read my story to see if you want to be 'seen on the internet with me' or whatever and megan's story is really good and on her site

oh, and i just got brandon's book in the mail, and i've been flipping through it, reading some of the poems, and so far i really like them / expect to like >70% of the book. some of the poems i've already read are really wonderful. i'll post a full review soon, once i've finished the book. my review is sure to get brandon 1–10 more customers. sweet

does anybody care

2009-05-28T10:51:00.006-05:00

i made a new e-book

here it is

i can assure you that these poems were politely rejected by at least one prominent, likable literary internet website

is there a point to this

feels like this is the equivalent of writing things down in a journal and leaving it on the shelves at the new york public library or something

does anyone want to go in on an advertisement in a popular literary magazine with me

it would be funny to 'publish' a one-page zine in the new yorker or harpers

how much is a one-page ad in these magazines

seriously, this is a funny idea. who wants to do it with me

our statcounters will go 'through the roof' because we'll put everyone's blog address under their name

i seriously want to do this

okay

i just looked at the rates for a full-page, black and white ad in the new yorker ($90,000)

i feel stupid

barter: zine / ripped out page

2009-05-27T15:00:00.009-05:00

i've decided to offer a zine to everyone who buys the localist magazine issue with my poems in it under one condition:

if you will rip out the page with my "aside" (link) on it and give it to me i will give you a hand-bound signed numbered zine with the four poems from the issue + 2 poems later added to the site (link)

this is good. this is a good idea. this is relevant. the zine will be good / look good / look better than the page in the localist with my poetry on it

i would prefer you also take a black marker and scribble over the line "michael inscoe / assistant editor"

if you want i will do it for you, and number and sign your localist (the number will correspond to how many times i have scribbled / numbered / signed this page)

i like the localist okay. there is a lot of stylistic choices i don't like, but i am not opposed to anything in it except the page and the lines "michael inscoe / assistant editor"

the page and the lines "michael inscoe / assistant editor" are misleading. they are lies. the "aside" is not an aside, it is a page with four of my poems

and i did not edit anything in the magazine. i don't know what the title means

i am going to start on the zine today. it is going to look really good i think

this is a good idea, seriously. you should do this. i'm excited

okay

oh i think this is a good idea: will you write your name on the torn out page for me? i like this. they will be pieces of art. i will frame them and have a showing on a wall at 'the house restaurant.' this sounds sarcastic to me, but it isn't. this is serious. please write your name on the page. if you don't want to be on the wall at the house i will understand and not put yours up

okay thank you

'this just in':

davis clement, my friend, and editor / publisher of the localist has emailed me a genuine apology and called this situation a "misunderstanding"

he was afraid publishing an editor's poems would seem "self-serving"

i feel like he's being honest

i still want to give out my zine, though

i still think this is a 'funny, good idea'

fuck. i just looked at rates for ads in the new yorker. it's $4,000 for an inch

damn

i have emailed 'frank smith' advertising director for harpers about rates for harpers

this makes me feel 'incredibly ignorant'

not knowing advertising rates for the new yorker

that's irrational

i still feel stupid for being surprised

did i think they were going to be like $500 for a full page

yes, actually i did. i was only off by $89,000

relevant blog post, seriously

2009-05-27T12:30:00.006-05:00

seems like my money-making schemes are fucking stupid, like they're not working because people either think i am:

'making fun of them'

'a fucking "whore" or something like that'

'a fucking douche'

'a fucking moron'

maybe the schemes are just stupid

this blog should be more relevant / less me whining all the time

the next time i post something it will be relevant

i should just do it right now

is this blog merely to further my 'writing' 'career?'

the latest incarnation of the localist is out. this line is a link to something about the old localist or something

they printed 4 poems of mine under the title "aside"

they didn't tell me they were going to do this

they went behind my back

they did it "so people wouldn't think 'we' were just printing ourselves"

i am supposedly the "assistant editor" there

feels like they're using me for name recognition, like they'll sell 2-10 more copies

the only other thing called "aside" in the magazine was this: "this clothing boutique for rich people in the heights* closed down... damn... seems sad... i will miss it... damn... what a shame or something"

this "aside" was also written by an 'editor'

my "aside**" is going to be perceived as this then: "damn... i had romantic affairs with three girls and now feel like 'i miss them' and then summarized 'the awakening' for some reason***... and i want to fill a swimming pool with tears"

*the heights is a specifically 'affluent' and consequently unlikable area of little rock

**the poems were from 'i don't know / this feels stupid' (link)

***can't figure out why i thought a poem that is a summary of 'the awakening' was a good idea

'book review'

2009-05-25T18:36:00.006-05:00

i am going to clone myself then kill the clone and eat it

by sam pink

i think 80-85% of this book is really wonderful

it's usually really funny or demented but in a good way and most of the poems and microfictions or short stories or whatever include some incredibly sweet moment—where you remember feeling really good or really bad or really in love or really something—that catches you off guard

sam pink likes catching you off guard i think and when he succeeds it is mostly really incredible

will someone give me a free working washing machine please just kidding

2009-05-25T16:55:00.005-05:00

my poem "feel mild panic after sudden shifts in emotion when the immediate response 'masturbate' isn't possible" is here

this is good

2009-05-20T18:08:00.004-05:00

i made a certificate of authenticity for those who participate in poem / blog

i just sent out the first three

'looking forward to making more of them'

seriously

good idea / represents 'completeness'

2009-05-19T18:35:00.005-05:00

i have a new poem / blog

it is only $00.75 to have your name included

it is only $00.25 for each additional name included

if you want your name included more than once

or buy one for your friend

seems good

okay

i added 2 more poems to 'idk/tfs'

2009-05-18T20:04:00.005-05:00

there are many different ways / reasons to give me money

click on one or more of the following links:

i will come up with some more later

post

2009-05-14T15:50:00.005-05:00

gave up turned mIwqdfawattwanoalsg into a short story who cares stupid idea anyway

i don't know / this feels stupid

2009-05-13T18:35:00.007-05:00

this sentence is a link to my new e-book 'i don't know / this feels stupid'

is it 'good'?

is it 'okay'?

is it 'fucking terrible'?

is it 'fucking pathetic'?

what the fuck am i doing?

interview

2009-05-11T13:08:00.007-05:00

ryan manning interviewed me

this sentence is a link to it

this sentence is a link to something ryan manning did that i like

this one is a link to something else

also google "cookiebomb" if you want

it's good

shit. this is good too

feels like my answers suck, like i 'failed' or something, like my answers are dull

my answers are dull

i wonder if people will read it and visit this blog

i wonder if i really care

i really care

what a piece of shit

please read my interview and find it 'authentic' or 'cute' that i 'failed'

what the fuck is my problem

2009-05-10T18:37:00.006-05:00

i am eating more pizza

what the fuck

feels like i'm going insane

feels like this is going to be 'another blog post where i ask if / when i'll ever write something good'

the localist magazine is a local magazine that i sometimes kind of work on

they solicited me for a poem and then rejected me because i wrote in the poem "the Localist can suck it"

'seriously,' the poem is funny / pretty good

i am going to 'seriously' try to submit it elsewhere

should i change the "Localist can suck it" to something like "the New Yorker can suck it?" or what else? what would be funniest?

what about:

"Judd Apatow can suck it"

"KFC can suck it"

"HTMLGiant can suck it"

"Twitter can suck it"

feels like there is nothing that will make it okay

feels like nothing blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

"not anymore"

2009-05-09T21:54:00.004-05:00

nick coffin: "ice skating. Yes??"

michael inscoe: "What does this mean? Yes. Duh. I am drunk. Yes to ice skating"

i think i want to turn my computer into something that has the identity 'davis clement'

also there is this:

2009-05-08T15:02:00.008-05:00

Michael Inscoe / Davis Clement

me: my next book is going to be all about contemporary 'white picket fence culture'

it's going to be post-modern

Davis: my next book will be a study of 1980's Italian cooking, with recipes from the wives of democratic congressmen

it's called Oh, Reagan, No!

me: my new book is going to 'rekindle' the public's interest in me

I am going to publish a book of matches

Davis: my new book is going to take a lot of work

it will be the Book of Job

me: my new book is 'so good it will break your knee caps'

I am going to publish a bookie

Davis: my next book will be a chronicle of my mother Vicki's attempts to reconcile humanity with the brutality of war, the existence of god, and the authenticity of identity, over beers in a German pub

it will be titled Vick and Stein

me: my next book is about an anthropomorphic dyslexic Chinese 200w light-bulb

it's called The Unbearable Brightness of Ling

Davis: my next book will be a classical masterpiece

I will publish a Bach

me: the poem I wrote about mapping the swamps of Louisiana is going to be published

the Southern Review is printing my pantoum boat

i started a serial online novella. there is a link to it under 'accomplishments'

2009-05-07T17:58:00.008-05:00

i can't figure out what to write

i'm horrified i won't make a 'good second chapter for mIwqdfawattwanoalsg.

i'm horrified the first chapter is terrible

i think i know the first chapter is terrible

what the fuck am i doing

what the fuck is mIwqdfawattwanoalsg.

what the fuck is that supposed to mean

who will publish me

should i 'post more serious poems on here'

would that 'get me noticed'

i made a salad

it's only 'pretty good'

i got vinaigrette on my macbook

what the fuck am i typing

i am thinking this in my head: stop typing. stop. stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop. stop.

i made a 'brief e-book of poetry'

2009-05-06T16:24:00.007-05:00

(this parenthetical statement is a link to it)

i drank coffee and ate an "asian tofu wrap"

i worked on some writing a little but didn't feel like it or something

i am drinking spring water from an enormous bottle of spring water now

i am still drinking coffee

and listening to times new viking

i feel a little crazy right now

please read my 'brief e-book of poetry' and like it

it's okay if you don't

that would make more sense to me anyway

brandon scott gorrell is a writer that i like

2009-05-06T04:19:00.001-05:00

he is having a short story contest. this sentence is a link to it

it costs $7 to enter the contest. i entered it 'yesterday.' i 'seriously doubt the short story i submitted will win,' but i wanted to enter anyway. the things i write are probably always a lot better or a lot worse than i think they are. the story i submitted is not that bad, i think, it's just 'not that good'

why aren't more people following me on twitter?

2009-05-05T17:55:00.014-05:00

if i am going to be a famous writer, i need for the 'number of people following me on twitter' to be 'much greater' than the 'number of people i am following on twitter'

i will continue following a modest '21-29' people

the ideal 'number of people following me on twitter' then would be '61-99 but preferably not multiples of 5 or 10'

this is a list of 'famous artists i like / cute animals i like that i am following on twitter who have good following / followed by ratios':

tao lin 12 / 930
brandon s gorrell 15 / 108
ellen kennedy 14 / 137
david horvitz 62 / 391
my friend suzanne's dog, chicken 8 / 20
noah cicero 75 / 118

ellen kennedy's is my favorite ratio. it seems 'modest but perfect'

this is so stupid, but it made me laugh at first and i think i'm still going to 'publish post' anyway

i think more people should read this blog

i am a 'very promising older 20-something writer' in the 'early stages of my development as a writer'

you will be able to say "i remember reading his blog before 'dr paul yoder' payed for his first chapbook which brought him all this 'fame'"

am i doing a good job of 'creating an air of desperation / sort of pathetic but in a kind of funny way / arrogant way'

my online demeanor is 'desperate / pathetic / arrogant but sort of in a funny way'

please consider me / the things i write 'important'

i'm begging you

please

I do not know you, 'Dr. Paul Yoder' but I am fond of the idea.

2009-05-02T11:38:00.006-05:00

Dr Paul Yoder gets out of bed and thinks these words: "existential," "despair," "I am brushing my teeth now," "I am brushing my teeth now,..."

Dr Paul Yoder continues thinking "I am brushing my teeth now" over and over for the remainder of time it takes him to brush his teeth. Dr Paul Yoder thinks this is a good joke and feels proud of himself.

Dr Paul Yoder is going to eat breakfast. He is on vacation in New Orleans and thinks sarcastically: “This is a spiritual city.” He thinks: “They have been through so much here.” Dr Paul Yoder knows this is true but feels stupid saying that. He thinks: “What gives me the right to think that?”

At breakfast Dr Paul Yoder meets Ralph Burns. They drink tea and eat waffles or something and talk about Michael Inscoe. Dr Paul Yoder and Ralph Burns both agree that Michael Inscoe is “a little twat.” They both agree thinking this, agreeing on this, and saying this is funny and laugh in a way that could be described by those around them as ‘genuine.’

After breakfast Dr Paul Yoder tells Ralph Burns his plans to give Michael Inscoe money to make a chapbook. Ralph Burns says “twat” and then says “little twat” and they both laugh in a way that is probably definitely genuine. Ralph Burns says “Wait, wait don’t tell me,” and Dr Paul Yoder shuts up and they both laugh again, but this time their laughs seem 'forced.' Ralph Burns thinks: “I want to go home. I am going to go home.” Ralph Burns leaves, and Dr Paul Yoder drinks his coffee and reads Proust and thinks: “I am reading Proust. This is so stupid.”

Dr Paul Yoder puts the book in the wastebasket by the counter and laughs at this. He thinks: “That felt ‘inherently Postmodern.'” He thinks: “Postmodern,” and laughs.

it is stupid

2009-04-26T19:33:00.003-05:00

i need for this blog to be considered more important

first, i need to make it more important

i need to stop hitting my roommate's bed with my other roommate's left-handed golf club and saying "wham" to try to make my life better

something was on the television that confused me

they were human beings doing things and i said to my roommate and her boyfriend: this confuses me

then i made a joke: what is this?: post-ironic ironic television programming?

i was the only who laughed

it was stupid

kind of pissed that no one has '"subscribed" yet'/ abridged 'selections from a recent gmail chat with davis'

2009-04-25T14:27:00.004-05:00

2:08 PM
me: i feel 'in love or something' or something

2:09 PM
Davis: With one of those darlings?

me: yes.

'nikki'

2:10 PM
last night i said: "what is your real last name"

and she said, with 'a very "sly" tone': "i'm not telling"

Davis: What if it's Inscoe?

2:11 PM
me: that would be so romantic!

Davis: Are they really all sisters?

2:12 PM
One of them was flirting with Chris Jennings last night. But I think she was just trying to get him to buy a cd.

me: chris was being a 'fucking sleaze' to one of them

she said: "michael, save me"

and i did

and chris said to me: "dude, you're cockblocking me"

2:13 PM
Davis: Gross.

me: yeah. he kept putting his hand on her ass and she didn't like it

Davis: Was that Nikki?

me: yeah

i almost dueled him

2:17 PM
Davis: I'm fixing to go buy some flower pots.

me: 'michael "likes this"'

2:18 PM
Davis: 'Davis "hates" the "techonological," "Facebooky" language that Michael "types" in'

me: :(

2:19 PM
'michael is now "laughing out loud"'

Davis: 'Davis is "publishing" this conversation as a "poem" in the "Localist" because of the dearth of actual "poems" submitted'

2:21 PM
Davis: Are these actual conversations?

me: yeah, i think so

2:25 PM
Davis: The Davis one is really long. I'll finish it later. Must get flower pots and collect ad money. Although I agree with the "sarcasm is killing all actions" things. That's precisely why I can't play Apples to Apples anymore.

me: i'm writing notes for a poem. here are selections from the notes: "Eyelids / flavorless? / I put my bubble gum on the desk"

u r 2 literal dude

bye

2:26 PM
Davis: Wait, are you calling me too literal?

2:27 PM
me: yeah, but 'playfully'

i'm going to post an abridged version of this on my blog

should i change your name?

2:28 PM
Davis: I don't think it will do any good. Don't I give myself away with Localist, etc.

me: oh yeah

2:29 PM
i'm going to say something 'enlightening / brilliant / life-changing' at the very end of this conversation

i think a funny way to end this would be if you had 'signed out' as i was typing that

2:30 PM
i wrote that and then gmail chat said: "davis is offline"

Davis: Yeah, our next one should be better scripted.

me: right now i'm 'breaking down the fourth wall' for this chat / blog post

of, not for, i think

Davis: There's always editing.

me: right now i'm just 'typing shit' so i'll 'seem clever' when i 'post this'

2:31 PM
just then i was doing it too

this is out of control

Davis: Then it would be a poem, not just a record.

me: we are "out of control"

if i don't edit it, it will be a performance piece

Davis: What's the difference between oral history and stream of consciousness poetry.

2:32 PM
me: there's not one

the difference is: they are both fiction

Davis: I have to go to the bathroom.

me: if you write fiction in all capital letters, it looks like "action," and 'vice-versa'

2:33 PM
your saying that made this more authentic / truer

Davis: We could play sentence association. Like, word association except with entire sentences.

2:34 PM
That would be poetry. And it would have no apparent theme or structure or meaning. So critics would also call it Post-Moderne and cutting edge.

2:35 PM
me: i'm going to cut the critics' wrists

Davis: We could go on tour, and have our gmail chats projected onto a screen on stage.
The literati would sing our praises.

2:36 PM
If you have anything smart to say, say it now. Because I'm not listening.

THE MICHAEL INSCOE DEPRESSING POEM OF THE MONTH CLUB

2009-04-21T15:34:00.010-05:00

I don't have a job right now. I probably won't until June 'or so.' This is a way for me to make money / 'thrive in' a 'capitalist culture' / 'society'

This is one of the greatest and funniest things I have ever done

It is a 'subscription' to receive 6 months of depressing poems from me

You will also become:

1. A 'member of a club'
2. A 'member of a club' that is 'esoteric'
3. A 'member of a club' that is 'high culture'
4. A part of "one of the greatest and funniest things I have ever done"

Once I have swindled enough of your money I will buy the things necessary to make a TMIDPOTMC t-shirt. The t-shirt will be 'ironic' but in a 'cool way' and 'relevant to the fashion standards / trends of today'

There will be different 'levels of membership':

1. T-shirt + You will be emailed a 'depressing poem' once every month

2. T-shirt + You will be emailed a 'depressing poem' once every month + You will be mailed a 'hard copy' of the poem, hand written if you'd like (please specify upon ordering)

3. T-shirt + You will be emailed a 'depressing poem' once every month + You will be mailed a 'hard copy' of the poem, hand written if you'd like (please specify upon ordering) + A drawing or 'other piece of artwork' in the mail every month (The drawings or 'other pieces of artwork' will not be 'reproduced' or copied / they will be original / 'unique to you')

4. T-shirt + You will be emailed a 'depressing poem' once every month + You will be mailed a 'hard copy' of the poem, hand written if you'd like (please specify upon ordering) + A drawing or 'other piece of artwork' in the mail every month (The drawings or 'other pieces of artwork' will not be 'reproduced' or copied / they will be original / 'unique to you') + You will be mentioned on my 'Twitter Account' once a month for the duration of the subscription + I will call you at a decided time and 'recite the poem of your choice to your voicemail' for you to save or immediately delete

5. T-shirt + You will be emailed a 'depressing poem' once every month + You will be mailed a 'hard copy' of the poem, hand written if you'd like (please specify upon ordering) + A drawing or 'other piece of artwork' in the mail every month (The drawings or 'other pieces of artwork' will not be 'reproduced' or copied / they will be original / 'unique to you') + You will be mentioned on my 'Twitter Account' once a month for the duration of the subscription + I will call you at a decided time and 'recite the poem of your choice to you on the phone' for you to 'immediately enjoy'

6. T-shirt + You will be emailed a 'depressing poem' once every month + You will be mailed a 'hard copy' of the poem, hand written if you'd like (please specify upon ordering) + A drawing or 'other piece of artwork' in the mail every month (The drawings or 'other pieces of artwork' will not be 'reproduced' or copied / they will be original / 'unique to you') + I will call you at a decided time and 'recite the poem of your choice to you on the phone' for you to 'immediately enjoy' + I will mention you in every Twitter post I write for 6 months (an average of 3 a day)

7. T-shirt + You will be emailed a 'depressing poem' once every month + You will be mailed a 'hard copy' of the poem, hand written if you'd like (please specify upon ordering) + A drawing or 'other piece of artwork' in the mail every month (The drawings or 'other pieces of artwork' will not be 'reproduced' or copied / they will be original / 'unique to you') + I will call you at a decided time and 'recite the poem of your choice to you on the phone' for you to 'immediately enjoy' + I will mention you in every Twitter post I write for 6 months (an average of 3 a day) + I will make a blog for you for 6 months that is a biography. You will email me your 'goings-on' twice a week, and I will write 'epic,' ongoing posts based on the events twice a week

If you are a pretty girl / woman / female I would like to work out something were you 'come to my house for coffee / beer / carrot sticks / etc' to receive your poem for 'no extra charge.' I will buy the beer / coffee / carrot sticks / etc

If you are a 'very pretty' girl / woman / female I would like to use a marker to 'write the month's poem on your body' wherever you will 'let me see / touch you with a marker / my hands'

The drawings or other 'artworks' will not necessarily be depressing / This is relative

My Twitter Site is 'immediately' and 'timelessly' 'relevant': http://twitterholic.com/surffight/

The prices are reasonable 'considering their worth within the realm of high culture.' Also the prices 'are ironic'

1. $29.98

2. $38.92

3. $49.16

4. $54.27

5. $61.29

6. $192.57

7. $301.19

Email me for payment options (the futuristic 'Paypal option' is preferable): minscoe@gmail.com

i feel out of control

2009-04-18T16:41:00.002-05:00

i feel fucking out of control

i was sitting here wondering this: what am i going to do should i not drink for a while or something

fuck

fuck my life

this is stupid

this sucks

i feel out of control

i said:

2009-03-25T09:12:00.005-05:00

i was just thinking: if i'm going to start submitting poetry i should more regularly update my blog so i can 'eventually get more readers'
i was just thinking how stupid i am

on gmail chat norene said: it's happy hour at school today

i said: it's sad hour in bed today

norene said: are the girls breakin your hearts

and i said: what girls, they stay away from me now

marie's email was 'something that seemed mostly fake and therefore condescending'

just now i had to look up therefore / therefor to make sure i made the right decision

but really i just thought about how i should look it up to make sure but then when i saw "therefor" i knew "therefore" was the correct word for the sentence i wrote

i didn't end up 'needing' to 'look the word / words up'

this is dumb

david pulls out, destroys the life of, and sends to god, the tapeworm from the lion's stomach, pt two

2009-01-07T23:15:00.003-06:00

it's late | i feel depressed and incapable of ever being happy/ not feeling alone all the time | i have to get up early | i had a few beers and now i have to pee real bad but i don't want to get out of bed | the beers didn't make me feel any better or any worse

nervous stomach

2008-12-29T18:22:00.002-06:00

this makes me happy
its cold outside
im not using punctuation
im going to see you soon

5:55 pm

2008-12-17T17:51:00.003-06:00

1:11 am

2:22 am

3:33 am

4:44 am

5:55 am

1:11 pm

2:22 pm

3:33 pm

4:44 pm

i don't fucking care anyway

THANKSGIVING IS EVERYDAY ALWAYS

2008-11-27T18:45:00.005-06:00

i think to make something 'more fun' you should always leave me out of it or 'ditch me' when you get the chance

2008-11-05T19:33:00.009-06:00

my two favorite blogs tonight are "reader of depressing books" and "my hair will defeat you"

blogging about blogs is 'inherently postmodern'

if you don't have a blog why would you want to read this blog especially or any of them for that matter

if you don't have a blog you are part of the 'nü low culture'

bloggers are the 'nü high culture' / sarcasm makes me a part of the 'nü high culture'

coming up with the two very clever phrases 'nü low culture' and 'nü high culture' and surrounding them with quotation marks to suggest either sarcasm or 'that they are generic' makes me a part of the "'nü high culture'"

if you don't have a blog go to hell

why don't you just make one up about the way you comb your hair every morning before work

i have a blog

i ride my bike to work

i sit at the bakery and drink coffee and it's "fair trade" and the bakery "is green" and i type poetry into my laptop and i make self-derogatory comments to my friends

this signifies that i am part of the new high culture

at the warhol exhibit i felt small and unreliable and "like i will never create anything intellectually important"

one, two, three

2008-09-18T19:43:00.010-05:00

this feels like something i know or i've 'known'

2008-09-05T17:34:00.010-05:00

i have 1,401 'the mountain goats songs' in my itunes

it's hard to organize them all

i imagine you whispering my name into my ear

my head is laying on your chest

michael michael michael michael michael you say over and over

my feet are warm so i kick the covers off them and i don't miss you

because you are not far away

we are laying in my bed

morning or night

and i'm listening to going to bridlington

which is one of my favorite songs right now

and i read your email again

it read "oh... michael michael michael michael michael... michael"

i guess i'm going to masturbate or take a nap now

i think to make something 'more fun' you should make sure to 'not invite me'

2008-08-23T16:02:00.009-05:00

i think that punctuation propagates interpretation or misinterpretation

this is a list of two lines or four lines or six lines from 12 songs
it's a mix but you don't listen to the songs
you just read the lines i chose from them
not together
this isn't a fucking poem
you just read them
and think about someone you care about maybe
or think about the 'intense lonesome feeling' 'welling up inside you'
also i can only tell you that each song was written by me

†

i still remember every word you said
like i always said i would

ill tell you all i know
like i swore i always would

you said something
that ive never forgotten

i said ill believe in anything
youll believe in anything

she said
she said

you know i love to spend my morning time
like sunlight dancing on your skin

there is nothing that i can hide from you
you see me better than i can

he said ill pull you down
she said yeah i know you will

strangers on this road we are on
we are not two we are one

looking at you
looking at you

and i am watching you
and you are starry starry starry

if my death was beautiful
would that make our love beautiful

i don’t like the things you don’t say
leaving it for such a long long time

why do you show me those sad sad eyes
each time you decide to pass on by

and when you smile
those sad eyes look sadder and sadder still

this is important to you:

2008-08-14T08:43:00.007-05:00

you can now give me money for at least one thing that i refer to as 'art.' you should do this. if you would like me to sign a 'numbered certificate of authenticity,' send me proof that you bought something and your address. you will then be a 'part of something special.' you will be able to later sell the product (which is 'art') on ebay for more money than you paid for it. the art is 'too expensive,' but that proves that it is 'important art,' or at least that it is 'art'

click on this line to buy my 'art.' you will not be sorry

thank you for buying this stuff (which is 'art')

i gave up.

2008-08-13T17:48:00.002-05:00

i don't matter
i don't matter
i don't matter
i don't matter
i don't matter
i don't matter
i don't matter
i don't matter
i don't matter
i don't matter
i don't matter
i don't matter
i don't matter
i don't matter
i don't care
i don't matter

david pulls out, destroys the life of, and sends to god, the tapeworm from the lion's stomach

2008-08-11T17:35:00.003-05:00

semicolon

2008-08-08T11:53:00.006-05:00

i have a money making scheme 'in the works'
the phrase 'money making scheme' is funny
this is a 'teaser advertisement'
once it is revealed
you will want to pay me money to participate in this:

i am 'proud of this idea'
looking at this blog post
there is a proud, 'arrogant smile' on my mouth
that makes me feel stupid and depressed

cnd aaa

2008-08-06T17:47:00.005-05:00

i.

ii.

__

this is what you get
(this is what you get)
i mean
i need to edit the hell out of most of those stupid poems
get rid of 'pun'
but keep some of the lines
some of the lines are good
also it's funny that one of the poems is called 'hot load'
it's 5:45 pm and i'm drinking coffee making movies
listening to owen pallett
and sometimes the national
i think you should watch both of the movies at the same time while listening to 'clam, crab, cockle, cowrie'
play them over and over until the song is done please

most likely

2008-07-30T14:52:00.007-05:00

sometimes i do not know
sometimes i can't tell if i am:

a 'young george bush' trying to call you on the telephone

the person some people refer to as 'michael' with 'a beard' who is receiving a 'sad text message' that makes him 'feel sad'

or a book of poetry by one of my favorite contemporary writers

maybe i am all of these things
but probably not
i'm probably none of them

yesterday i

2008-07-22T16:45:00.000-05:00

squares

2008-05-22T13:02:00.005-05:00

places:

2008-05-21T14:13:00.007-05:00

†††††††††††††††††

2008-05-19T19:22:00.011-05:00

sometimes i make sandwiches
and sometimes i make tears
and sometimes i make love
and sometimes i make sandwiches

what have we done ?

2008-05-09T17:38:00.009-05:00

what have i done ?
wh t h v d n ?

[untitled]

2008-05-08T17:59:00.002-05:00

sometimes

2008-05-07T11:17:00.003-05:00

11:11 kiss the clock
i'm listening to sunset rubdown
obsessively i really love them
make a wish on the clock
it's raining and
and there was a trench coat on the floor
next to a purse time to solve mysteries

now it's abba and almost bedtime
funny it's still raining
may 7, 2008

sunday.

2008-05-05T16:40:00.002-05:00

i know it's fucked up
okay? i'm fucked up
i really don't need you to do that to me
to look at me like that
fuck you. you're my god damn mother
it doesn't matter. you really can't know
i was not being sarcastic
and i'm not voting for obama because clinton is a woman
i'm voting for him because he is the better candidate
nothing matters here in this house
it's all fake