it's insane, i tell you!

someone ought to gather up all the books both written and unwritten by man and tally up all the words and strings of measly sentences. There have been many things written, and people are still writing. Most people are saying the same stuff over and over again, repeating what they heard and becoming vague toward the unfamiliar, but still pressing onward with the words in their head. verily, we are talking heads that like to hear ourselves again & again. Stand up please if you like to hear yourself speak. let these readings stand as pornography for poets: the awkwardness of watching other people have sex with themselves onstage for all to bear.

cheers.