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oh i am bursting at night —- listen, you can hear the web of skin splitting.
i am crying at night.
i am crying at night.
listen, it is no mistake that Elliot Smith’s album XO is exactly 44 minutes and 44 seconds long.
that was planned by some higher-up at the record company who knew my suffering always last exactly 45 minutes, and therefore i am left hanging.
i am left crying.
i know, now, why i will never be one of the old bearded poetmen, starving and famous : i have no friends named Carl.
wasn’t Howl written for a Carl Solomon?
and Miller’s Tropic of Cancer also written for a Carl?
My friends all have unimaginative names : Justin, Cris, Lisa, Michael.
i am dying at night, splitting and the web of my skin contracting in plenty of time for the morning to come.