“. . . Then submit your finished work to the iBookstore with a few simple steps. And before you know it, you’re a published author.”

Sometimes I feel like Poetry wants to kill me. Not in a malicious way, but in an ambivalent way. Like it wants to siphon my life off, little by little, until there’s none left. Sorry, I guess that’s not a question.

Most compelling and/or fucked up sounding contemporary classical compositions, anyone? I need some space.

Hey, what do you all think about me maybe naming my next cat “F. Purry Abraham”?

lmfao if you still think you are a beautiful & unique snowflake

Who’s a better writer,
Blake Butler or Tao Lin?

Would you, too, wear a dress to the ball?

My favorite childhood jingle was “Good mornin’, best to you each mornin’, K-E-Double-L-O-Double-G, Kellogg’s best to you. And YOU.”

What’s yours?

Do you think a blog without comments loses its readership a) quickly or b) slowly?

Who makes more money from publishing a book, the author or the publisher?