bricks again bricks on chest

david foster wallace is dead
but hes not really dead
you dont die if you make important things
i am going to spend the night with him
im going to try to breathe
right now i cant breathe
not literally
nothing is literal here
tao lin is sending me a copy of "shoplifting from american apparel" so i can read it and "review" it
i think its funny because i ignore grammar and punctuation so i wonder what will happen when i am done reading it.
im going to give a lecture to my poetry class about frank o'hara i hope it makes them want to read his works. i hope they dont wish that i picked another poet like bukowski, or e.e. cummings.
ok so this is done
i miss you stalker. you know who you are.

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