I have this desire to take shots
get wasted and it's fucking 4 in the morning.
Really it was just that sense of accomplishment
following any paper of greater length than average.
It's really nothing to be proud of. Not as good
as the post-feminist critique of rae armantrout poems.
Bitchiiiiiiiin'''
Galleries tomorrow (Today!)
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