poetry is
a constant rebellion
against the restriction
of language.

it is an everlasting
fuck you
to anyone saying:
this is how it must be.

if i just had
20 minutes of free time
i could
mentally prepare for death.

but i do not have
20 minutes of free time
so i live
in constant fear of death.

any system
which tries to guarantee quality
quickly becomes a form of
oppressive exclusion.

only way to be avoid this
and be truly free
is to accelerate the rate
of constant change.

i live with constant guilt
for forgetting
all the great ideas i had
while taking a shower
and that i deprived humanity
of these great ideas
due to my inability to
memorize while showering.
i am so sorry.
please forgive me.