You know I'm not good at apologizing, so I'll just skip it if it's all the same to you.
l'petit blond
why am i even bothering with speaking opening the mouth with the attempt of communication may as well throw it into the machine throw it onto the page does no use out there in the world a giant phenomenological experiment what does this button do i am growing a little tied of seeing the melodramatic reaction coming back at me after pushing all these different coloured different shaped dials levers knobs perhaps there has been no sensitivity in reply out in the growing pastures the only thing that works is an over reaction look i just want the other to take their own logic to its conclusions run everything out to its end test until breaking point high expectations are those of constant improvement constant experimentation constant growth without the reaping of the outside world instead internalising the consumption to be consuming oneself eating up the shit left on the doorstep to be feeding on one's earlier now outdated mode of existence something of the excitement pushing for the ever new not content in sitting within a stale and brown environment an existence of the way it ought to be a supreme moral imperative dictating from on up high and never wavering to anything as thought the fluctuating universal never came into consideration that a fixed definable ultimatum passes throughout the flux for eternity stilling small portions within the chaos
thought in a bubble
exposed real time interruption
does email double as conversation
die Schlupfe
doing something else
finally
anyone a literary agent out there_