I am a vacuum of meticulously conditioned discontent.
Jagged, happenstance, flux, this all inspires a sense of criminal intent; a livid and half-mad sympathy.
But for all its squalor, that plodding, wistful, trite poetry just keeps me going.
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I am a researcher now. I research things. Important things. Things that wholly validate the concept of research. Did you shoot your children lately? No need to answer. I know that shit. Did you get AIDS from eating out of a garbage can? That's old news to me. I am a fucking researcher. I researched it.
Jagged, happenstance, flux, this all inspires a sense of criminal intent; a livid and half-mad sympathy.
But for all its squalor, that plodding, wistful, trite poetry just keeps me going.
_______________________
I am a researcher now. I research things. Important things. Things that wholly validate the concept of research. Did you shoot your children lately? No need to answer. I know that shit. Did you get AIDS from eating out of a garbage can? That's old news to me. I am a fucking researcher. I researched it.
museb:
i can't find you. i keep looking. i know i put you in the dryer with the other socks...but you disappeared...shojo, come back to me!