Hear Me Pour

when i stay up late

i feel so much more lonely

night is no blanket

i felt that you were senseless, so i kept my thoughts to myself

if you decided you wanted to learn a thing or two, you’d be half way there

i won’t be waiting for you, but you’ll learn that second

of course you won’t ever try

but i’ll learn that last

One night about a week ago, give or take, a very wise NYU professor divulged to me his most desperate wants before he dies. The words, if my memory is correct, were as follows:

“I want every single person to sit in a room with me, and then I want to force them talk to me. They can’t leave until the speak to me; I want them to explain to me HOW I am wrong.”

May I suggest getting started with your talk-capades early? Maybe go around entering people’s rooms unannounced, that would provide you with good material to discuss, or at least a jump off point. May I also suggest you carry a firearm for protection, not for threatening purposes, although depending on how your conversations go you may need it; you have the power to speed up natural selection.

Whatever and whenever or if ever you choose to pursue this life goal, please take me with you.

my pen raises decibels, sounds like countless vessels of extra-terrestrials

now i just type

A.D.D. is

GREAT-i’m about to

run out of my syllables

class is so boring

college is so fucking sweet

how to separate?