I Should Be Sleeping But

I am posting instead. I have been posting for 16 months now and here I am, still posting still drinking still up way too late but some day this will all seem like a distant memory. No longer in a studio apartment in a studio basement I am writing on a computer at a desk my Dad made in high school in his 1970's shop class when Formica seemed like the god damned future. My only worry in life is selling out. Becoming complacent. You know what complacent is? It's settling for less than the fucking best you could be. becoming "normal". I hope if you see me on the street I make you uneasy a little worried a little nervous. I want you to be so beautiful I can't fucking look at you okay I want you to quit your job and do what needs to be done.