I hate and I love pity
they pity
buy me ice cream
but the cashier scooper wage man
all he does is ask me cone or cup
gives me cup
I hate pity
he pities
even though I told him cone
pointed to this waffle cone fuck sugar cones for softserve
serves me right but wrong
stick it on the ice cream
I'll pay you all right
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I swear Icarus made me stupid fly / gave me wings and the will to write.
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The Truth of Written Things, Losing, Winning.
"Thus, neither of us is alive when the reader opens this book...But while the blood still throbs through my writing hand, you are still as much part of blessed matter as I am, and I can still talk to you from here to Alaska.
I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art.
And this is the only immortality you and I may share..."--Lolita
"My music is so often like a lullaby I write to myself to make sense of things I can't tie together, or things I've lost, or things I'll never have."
--Stephan Jenkins
"I thought often about what the point of my life was...
After all, hidden deep in the recesses of my mind, I had hidden the notion that I could do something incredible and different, that I could be somebody like Warhol, or Jesus.
I had to write an album that was revolutionary in its content and presentation. Finally, one night, it hit me. THAT was what my record had to be about: the artistic struggle, the fact that every creative person has this sick ambition to affect some sort of change in society with their art, to be more than just a guy in a band or a poet or a sculptor. I couldn't decide if this ambition was a good or bad thing but I decided to parody that overzealous drive in human beings by crafting a truly over the top musical about...myself."--Max Bemis
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