Litany
Fuck automatic formatting. Fuck tasks that cannot be done with ease, and fuck lost dictionaries. Fuck pens that blot and leads that smudge. Fuck writing within prescribed time periods. Fuck cold rooms, and motherfuck chairs lacking in adequate surface area upon which to perch oneself comfortably. Fuck papers, fuck books, and fuck instructors' dirty looks. Fuck silence interrupted by falling snot, rustling paper, and dislodged phlegm. Fuck cold sweat and clammy digits that cannot grip. Fuck a balled fist. Fuck lined pages, fuck blank pages, and fuck perforated pages intended to be torn. Fuck you. Fuck your mom. Fuck the entire island territory of Guam.