happiness is stupid
there isn't enough shit on my face
come back and shit on my face again
I'm tired
of figurative language
i don't understand
figures of speech
a piece of shit lettuce
i just typed something stupid
i want me to go away
i can't stop being stupid
grammar is stupid
I'm going to kill grammar and symbolism
thinking is stupid
i'll kill thinking
if i had a gun
Lin approaches poetry with a Joycean stream of consciousness style that is ultimately abandoned, except when it is used as a device in his prose to accentuates certain of feelings emptiness and the human condition.
Im tired