Sunday, December 14, 2008

You Shook the Antfarm on Purpose Press

I haven't left my apartment since last night. I haven't left my bedroom in years. Here are a few things I see from my bed:

-a heap of dresses
-asthma
-1 wolf blanket
-3 juggling balls
-3 ties hanging on the door
-1 blue pillow in the shape of a dog
-2 empty ceramic cups that say half full
-2 plastic hippos (one adult, one baby)
-1 Chinese food menu
-1 credit card


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I want to write a poem that is titled "Whatever the Fuck Was the Focal Point." Can I do that? I don't know if I'm the poet for the job.

I think I can hear cats having sex outside.

I'm constantly failing.

Watching The Life of Mammals hosted by David Attenborough is not distracting enough.