I have decided that I am, in fact, the representative of a new movement in art. This new movement began two and a half minutes ago when I was in the washroom stretching my penis from the tip of the foreskin up and away from my body so I could get the skin of my shaft and testicles taut enough that I could comfortably and deliciously scratch for as long as it was before the new movement took hold of my attentions. It will last as long as I live, and it will be unparalleled everywhere and for all time. No one who does not understand it will appreciate it, and anyone who appreciates it will be deemed insane or ignorant. I am the pinnacle of human artistic achievement. Art is the challenge of aesthetic paradigms and my movement defines itself by its continuous challenge to itself, ergo, my movement encompasses all of art, from four or five minutes ago to eternity, and is self-perpetuating. Therefore my movement is art. Forever. Therefore I declare myself the winner. Of art. I win art.
make up your mind make up the bed
test your faith
outside and out loud
smile and drive and
have a nice day fool
outbound crime
how loud you think
i feel
like feeling
i feel ridiculous knowing that this is lies and
it comes off so nice
and readable and
oh my god so profound
the spaces mean so much i love poetry
but this is not
the pain hurts and ekes on veins and cables and subways and pigeons—
have you seen yourself hate and pain is not a verb but i can make it
i can pain
i can language because it verbs
i'm a fly on the wall
fly on the wall
fly on the wall
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