La Rev

I ask you. Is the magnitude of how good it'll feel now commensurate with the magnitude of how bad it'll feel later? We all have needs, La Rev: this present self, that present self—

O, pride, to whom can I be fair?

It becomes a question of proximity, a time & place bias.
I realize it'll feel bad later but what about the current me, huh?
What about him? When does he enjoy life?
When can he do something not because it's lucrative but because
it's a goddam human fucking impulse?

I want to tear magazines apart
I want to smash tables;
to put my hands through mirrors;
to fuck it all goddamit!

I won't want it later, La Rev.
Ah, Rev, I want legible magazines;
and tables to have tea atop;
and mirrors to gaze upon your beauty;
and faithfulness and loyalty and calm.

This entry posted by J Rand : 12:32 PM