good news
i have written you another poem
is it – don't worry
it's VERY long and EXTREMELY unfinished
oh good it's about what if a woman saw another woman take her coat off
and it's 9000 lines
wow it's so great that i can still write when i'm high and it doesn't affect my work
hey we're starting soon are you coming in? do you remember we said we'd meet at nine? The human race is a monotonous affair are you on your way? Most people spend the greatest part of their time working in order to live so you're not coming in and what little freedom remains so fills them with fear that they seek out any and every means to be rid of it…
you know what god loves above all things what
clean clothes
how's that
you know how like if a beggar came into your hall while you were eating dinner
and if his leggings have holes in them or whatever
grime
you have him beaten and thrown out into the street I would?
hi my names Carmilla I fell down outside your house
can i live here for a while
nothing gay will happen i promise
what oh my god you are so beautiful
oh, thank you
who are you? thank you so much for letting me stay here
i'll just tell my mom to go ahead without me
where is she going haha
do you know whats great about God
what there's three of him so they can all beat you up at once
what? like if you asked God to beat you
all of
all three persons of him could whale on you pretty efficiently
ive completed my latest work
oh, have you?
where will you present it? i'm going to hang it in my kitchen
so everyone who comes to the house for a meal can see it while they eat
how innovative
Howard
Howard are you in there? WHO IS IT
it's me
how long have you been locked in here? LONGER THAN TIME
are you planning on coming out anytime soon?
for food or for anything? I WENT OUTSIDE ONCE
IT WAS TERRIBLE
EVERYONE WAS WALKING DOWN THE STREET BUT THEY WEREN'T DESCENDED FROM THE MAYFLOWER
yes that
that happens sometimes
As a young man I could not believe that people could give their lives over to those conditions. As an old man, I still can't believe it. what do you mean like going to work? What do they do it for? Sex? what no that's not why people go to work and you know it TV? i mean that's not the primary reason An automobile on monthly payments? Or children? yes obviously that is why…
i painted you something you did? oh good I'm glad to hear that you have been keeping busy do you want to see it oh I what's the painting of? just a regular bird oh okay I'd like to see that what do you think pretty regular huh…
stella
stella its your sister blanche
your sister from before, with mom and dad
Blanche!
my God
it’s so good to hear from you
it’s been ages yeah probably
Father is gone, Fanny
he died this morning not on the good couch?
the what? the good couch
you know how i feel about relations dying on the good couch
that's for guests only
no no, my love
he died in bed whose bed?
his bed oh
that's all right then
The good folks at Buzzfeed asked me to write a bunch of break-up texts between various literary figures (as this is part of my house of wheel) when I was in the office yesterday, and I have obliged. It was very fun, even though my hand hurt after writing roughly four sentences in pen, because I have lost the skill of writing things out by hand entirely. ZELDA MY LIGHT MY LOVE MY OWN…
Here is friend of the Toast and literary person Rachel Fershleiser holding an early copy of Texts From Jane Eyre, the book that I have written with these two hands. Ignore the John Grisham poster in the background; John Grisham is a distraction. John Grisham, like all men, is the past. I and my kind are the future. We will ascend on the backs of male humorists and scryers and wordsmiths and culture critics…
Would you like to read a book with your best friends William Carlos Williams and Emily Dickinson and Lord Byron and William Blake and T.S. Eliot? How fortunate for you that this dream will soon become a reality. Thanks to the combined and industrious efforts of Kate McKean (agent of self) and Allison Adler (editor of self) at Holt, the day is not too far off that you will be…
hey
are you coming? You forget what you want to remember
and you remember what you want to forget
look
it's fine if you can't make it
it's just people are starting to head home
but if you're on your way Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave
oh