The most meta thing of all. Duh.

People on the internet don’t know how to read. It makes me a little sad. And I don’t really care about these folks lives. You know you know. Oh I know. I’m good with my thumbs. I know. This is what I’m going to post on my tumblr. I know you know. I figured. I’m a little smart. Yeah. I really want Chinese food. (“That is a man who knows poverty.” The bar back picking up my not quite empty Maker’s on the rocks and replacing it next to my water glass.) I hate the internet. I don’t think I consider putting stuff up on my blog as publishing. Like, no. No. No. No. No. No. Yeah. Wait, what’s going on. People on the internet read too fast. I don’t want a name tag anymore. I think a lot of it is that no one knows how to read. So, like, uh, that means, um, they’re bad at writing. :x Yes and no, I know, but, like, I am in so much debt because I (heart symbol) words. OED. Eat it. Hell yeah, frites. Yes, I agree. I feel mean. And my debt is like okay whatever. But time. That’s really important to writing and the internet’s bad at time, at taking time, so there’s this, and I shrug, oh I know, I love those, come on now. Jesus fuck. That was my deep moment. The run-on sentence. You know what I mean. The ribbon bow. Bow ribbon? Whatever. Not that. Metaphor. Duh. Jesus fuck. Wait, do I post this now?