So, today ( April 4 ), I´m just not in the mood for
reading I´ve been reading endlessly Since I became unemployed, a couple of weeks ago In search of..God knows what! An inspiration in between my masturbations? I was told today By a very angry source That my writings are simply foolish I resisted, thinking...there ought to be more people out there ( however useless that very same source tells me I am) who must feel the same way I do, about things, about people There MUST be another poor soul who can connect to my thoughts, however stray they seem to be Is there anyone? Or ...Am I wrong?