Jesus, hey you, are you listening?
Good shows happen in Maryland while I'm in New York and good shows happen in New York while I'm in Maryland. I still fantasize about starting a shitty punk band some day. I'm writing two songs for it continuously in my head. One is Cop City and the other is Tell Your Friends. The latter is about batman. I almost raised my hand to express how much I hate G.G. Allin but some other dude started talking about J.D. Salinger and I got distracted by how much I hate Catcher in the Rye. I can't deal with this iambic pentameter shit.
Here, a glimpse into what I hand into my poetry class:
Descent into Madness
The Devil cannot swim under water.
Above water, He swims like a grey hound.
Pterodactyl Ninja Death Squad, Commence!
This scansion stuff is a nightmare to me.
Please, God, kill me now, oh merciful God.
(I had to write in iambic meter. Note that it is mostly not.)
Here, a glimpse into what I hand into my poetry class:
Descent into Madness
The Devil cannot swim under water.
Above water, He swims like a grey hound.
Pterodactyl Ninja Death Squad, Commence!
This scansion stuff is a nightmare to me.
Please, God, kill me now, oh merciful God.
(I had to write in iambic meter. Note that it is mostly not.)