I mean to tell you that as I read it, I was annoyed. Annoyed about the bad writing. Annoyed about the nature of bad writing. Annoyed in thinking that anything was ever about anything other than bad writing, which is to say poor writing, which is to say vacuousness, which is to say the lack of good

and i don’t even mind when writing sucks, as long as the writer isn’t making it everybody else’s problem by publishing it and getting press coverage about it and whatever

i mean you can and should write however you want creatively. all the rules made up anyway. however: this fucking suuuuuuucks

a classic of the Doink Sound genre. high on the upright, NBC had the good mics out and the crowd was silent. i wanna hear it on vinyl