waste of paint
Have I regressed?
I listen to Bright Eyes and drink more than I ever have-- I'm not depressed, nor am I manic-- but have I regressed? I read a poem on the internet that I'm pretty sure was mine . All of it was in my head, the reference to Mayakovsky, the lift, the kind of girl I'd have done it for. Those are all mine. But I sat on it and he took it. They put it in The New Yorker. Does sincerity make one more pretentious or less?
I listen to Bright Eyes and drink more than I ever have-- I'm not depressed, nor am I manic-- but have I regressed? I read a poem on the internet that I'm pretty sure was mine . All of it was in my head, the reference to Mayakovsky, the lift, the kind of girl I'd have done it for. Those are all mine. But I sat on it and he took it. They put it in The New Yorker. Does sincerity make one more pretentious or less?