Thursday, August 27, 2009


I have it pretty good.
You can't get better than this.
For example, take Jack Nicholson's face
in that movie 'As Good As It Gets'

Well, I got it better.

The pure enlivenment from aspects of my brain
shoots up and then diffuses at the top of my head.
It's like, when popstars cry about being sad,
I'm just stealing their energies.

But am I happy?
The answer is in the gear of No.
Unhappy. Displeased. Irritated, a little.
Where the fuck is Daniel Gilbert?

Come on Danny. Come here. Come here little guy.


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