So I broke my computer. AGAIN. And I got a parking ticket. AGAIN. Please, somebody kill me. Or kill my computer. I'm gettin' reeeeeeeeeeal sick of these public ones. Anyone got a blow torch?

DIALECTICS OF ENVY

I'm in love with you,
you crazy fools
drawing me into your skattered world,
erasing any traces
of a former existence.

I was born yesterday.
Truly.
And just as I was gasping
at the majesty of crowning,
with stealth,
you stole my womb
and slithered up
as I was slipping out.

So this is how we cross paths.

And tomorrow it will be the same,
when I go crawling in again.