Kung Hey Fat Choi, Come Here Fat Boy

i am laisee-less. i wake up at night and i feel like shit from the tipsy dj dancing, sleepless aptitude test teaching, long and graduated blur that was day. american high school kids who don't give a fuck fill classrooms to bring and bother, to do nothing and be nothing. but i will live for the five that care. i am always sick at college, that brat who gave me the chicken pox at five is behind me above in front of me beside me always and everywhere. i am up at ten from noontime sleeping, i am ballet mecanique at 2 in the afternoon, i am complaining to father, i am sleeping in jeans, i am laundry under darkness, i am columbia sweatshirt because i love my school and you do too otherwise you wouldn't be here. i am tortilla chips and salsa, no proper food at night. i am film readings and then sleep all over again. i am possibly claremont? i am listening to the strokes. i am liking it and i can admit that. i am writing dirty prose.


i am finally going to read this book.