silence

i just don't want to talk anymore. im so bored with it. i just want to listen and nod and not be expected to say anything. i'd like to be cold and silent. now. but then id still write. silently and not read. i can't really read my work anyway. i sort of don't like to hear it. maybe i should hire others to read it. to cover it. that would be nice. and i could just listen to it. just listen.

so i guess another life is winding down. i'll have a full load next term. thats going to be intense. Im glad i picked up in martys calsses. ithink ill have A's in them. espo if i submit to the review. i should go take care of that today. at least. maybe tomorrow. i can talk with Marty about it today. i'll take th work in myself. Anyway i should b\go do my homework and review the poetry.

its bad this week. one girl wants to become a muncher. what a whore. what a whorible thing to say. but she says it all the time. she just wants to be a something that eats women and what...i dunno doesn't have to get blown in th face anymore. ill have to reread it to find out. but whatever. its stupid wasteful poetry and i hope she never gets published.

but lets be positive again. and think with out heart as per ms wallace.

ta

ps have a little faith in me.