“I Reinvented the Wheel and All I Got Was Run Over” & “I Read a Poet’s CV and It Was 14 Pages Long and Then I Went Into Fetal Position” by Molly Gorelick

I Reinvented the Wheel and All I Got Was Run Over

I didn’t want kindergartens or subcommittees. You understand this. I surf the web for a
relic and all I find is religion. I masturbate to three-day work week porn. I think about
what I want and it’s a lot. Who witnesses me the best? I yell threats into a cavern and
there is no echo. No killers, no stupidity. Dirty duvet and stupid walls, stupid dresser and
stupid bed. The data has been compiled. Show me a graph. Tell me where I should
rest.

I Read a Poet’s CV and It Was 14 Pages Long and Then I Went Into Fetal Position

The clock’s tick is so funny to me. The wax figures at Madame Tussaud’s should
unionize. It’s not their fault they need dental so badly. What do you think the eczema on
my right palm says to the psychic who’s reading it? She’ll say it’s taking over my life line
and that I’m fucked. My problem is I see beauty in everything. This makes people upset.
I am a good consumer. It is righteous to drink Diet Coke while thinking ‘I am not a fun
person.’ A seal can balance a ball on its nose. If I could do that I would be a fun person.
What I want is ultimate leisure. To me, a poem is a genie and I am a spoiled brat. Think
about the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen and then superimpose me on top of it.
How much did the image change? I am possible soil. Imagine: I am on Earth and want
to enjoy it.

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