Negative posts on poemranker about my art, and such. Which is life. Which is poemranker. Which is my mindset. La la la.
Right, and the comment on bugs brought me to a cute idea I had for a spin on Kafka's Metamorphosis. Which I actually haven't read. Me unliterate. So I should probably read it before attempting to spin. But it's a cute idea. I skwermsed it.
I'm currently reading Joseph Heller's _portrait of an artist as an old man_. It's beautiful and honest and horribly depressing. I feel far more in touch with 70yo than I should. And then some. Fucking hell.
I should post this and move on. :)