9:56 p.m. - 2004-06-24
writing on my lack of writing
cliche cliche, please please keep away. I'm surrounded by you and your caribe like teeth that gnaw on my flesh and eventually reach my heart, causing me to speak in this manner. my original ideas erode and diminish gradually. Couldn't i have been a beat, or simply post modern. truly, i would accept modernist. expressing feelings is no longer simply put into poem form. Damn the man who came up with the phrases that now over come my prose and relate me to all who read me. they read me fallibly and i look at it as a tragedy. my generation lacks the ever so impotant "spontaneous overflow of emotions recollected in tranquility." those who started it are lucky and now we will bring in to a crashing end.
