I’ve been waiting for the right moment to finally say Peckerwood in mixed company

Hell Yeah

Having to wait till November for a Submission Rejection letter

Struggling to leave twitter because it’s the only platform where I’d be able to hear news of Dave Portnoy’s death, and the idea of (in the event of his death, presumably by choking on pizza) living under the false assumption that Dave Portnoy is still alive sounds soul destroying.

Thawed too much shrimp. It goes bad tomorrow. Too much shrimp

Shoulda killed me

Just got back from a four hour drive with no car ac with a one hour intermission while I waited for triple A to undo my lugs and tried not to die, I’m gonna blow up the fucking sun

surely The Bombs will fix this

I’ll go outside and think “Surely the peerless natural beauty of my surroundings will enhance my prose! Nature can offer no muse greater than these mountains!” And then I’ll go back inside and spend five hours writing “I wanna kill myself in a way the cops haven’t seen before”

Inspirational #poetry line of the day. “I give up,” he said. He gave up. From “A Bedtime Story” by Ted Hughes

Blue curtains posting is back on twitter so I’m figuring out the most painful way I can kill myself

Look all I’m saying is when I’m drafted the US Armed Forces are in for a nasty surprise when they find out about my crippling sabotage addiction

My least political stance is I believe the Death Penalty should ONLY be applied to people who work in advertising

Reading more of hughes crow cuz I finally tracked down a proper copy instead of selected poems from “Ted Hughes selected poems 1957-1994” Very glad I did so, some borderline inexcusable omissions in the compilation.

Just saw a tow truck towing a tow truck

No entry today either. Might permit doubling back, at least for a little, so I can actually power through some of these volumes.

Inspirational #poetry line of the day “I sang at the top of my lungs. The birds flew away in a cloud. The neighbors pounded on their windows.” From “The Shadowman,” by James Tate

Inspirational #poetry line of the day “I don’t care how God-damn smart these guys are: I’m bored” From “At the California Institute of Technology” by Richard Brautigan

What do you mean his name is Rob Taxpayer

Inspirational #poetry line of the day: “In a pig’s arse, friend.” From “Vers de Société” by Philip Larkin

Inspirational #Poetry line of the day “who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists” From “Howl” by Allen Ginsburg

THAT FUCKING BIRD I HATE IS BACK I THOUGHT I WAS RID OF IT

Heading out to get a breakfast sandwich, a box of needles, and a case of arnold palmer

Inspirational #poetry line of the day “he strode towards the flesh jissom webs drifting” From “Where Flesh Circulates” by William S. Burroughs

Inspirational #poetry line of the day “I saw two security police taking out a man’s balls” From “Circle of Lorca” by Frank Stanford

Inspirational #poetry line of the day “too fucking bad” from “Purple Glow,” by Charles Bukowski

Twitter is dead. Prolly for the best.

Inspirational #poetry line of the day: “Crow spraddled head-down in beach garbage, guzzling a dropped ice-cream” From “Crow and the Birds” by Ted Hughes

Inspirational #poetry line of the day “two boys knife a third,” The Shield of Achilles, W. H. Auden

New cardeat headrest quite good unfortunately

Inspirational Poetry Line of the day: “You are useless,” From “The Shrine” by H. D.

My fuckin Leg hurt

This place does kinda suck in almost every way imaginable, but not having Nazis really does do wonders for the sites usability tbh. Every reply on a post with more than 10 likes on twitter is by a bluecheck account named “hitler’s favorite rapist” advocating for global genocide

Which one of you has the prostate cancer death note

Still tryna run down a copy of the tunnel. Still unable to find a copy of the tunnel.

Ghost in a flower field 🤍🌱

Quite fond of Ted Hughes’s Crow. I feel like other takes on an alternate creation myth lack such a true to life cynicism and spite

Quite fond of Frank Stanford. Need more Frank Stanford poetry collections.

I’ve been made aware that starting conversations like this leads to severe misunderstandings