banal sex or furthur poetic masturbations in the blogosphere

it's been another week
as each day has proven to make it
since i was seven days
old
heroin buddies came out to flash familiar as more heads came
to encourage my buffoonary in person
ones and zeroes
et al
filling pockets with sellout; maybe i'm finally in the
black
girls who don't know when to stop talking
provide me with most of my amusement
but one offs never sound the same in
print
journalism as fodder
feelings are hurt
names drug out
sharks and guns jumped as
culture war is attempted

I am a 31 year old accountant

inside jokes should stay where they are