Oooh you're a naughty mess

the artist is the disease of society. flaubert

reading guy de mau, a master of the short story/ you might begin with the duel/ feeling gurrd/ sypn blonk and working/ i rewrite so much my work sometimes 'smells of the lamp' an obie (trice, obie trice, har-har)/ NE-path, out to lunch at 1200/ fallen out with my brother over his maddening indolence/ relationships cannot be a one way deal/ fuck it/ one must become detached otherwise the head becomes twisted/ heaven from hell, hell from heaven, all that/ mutability is our tragedy but it is also our hope/ fuck the absolute of the absolute will fuck you, &c &c &c/