full
frontal female
“so,
you have over 400 post on your blog with over 30,000 views from almost every
country in the world, how do you feel about the negative comments about your
lifestyle?”
stray
dog
“i
prefer to be perceived that way. i wouldn’t want someone to think they could
attain artistic claim by emulating me. being self-destructive doesn’t make me
an artist, it makes me an idiot.”
fff
“what
do you think people should be?”
sd
“it
doesn’t matter what i think, be yourself, if you must imitate, imitate taylor
swift.”
fff
“why
are you self-destructive?”
sd
“because
i’m deeply profound; next question.”
fff
“have
you ever considered rehab?”
sd
“next
question.”
fff
“do
you think you should be doing anything different?”
sd
“did
you not prepare for this interview by reading my book the dark streets of
decay?”
fff
“what
do you think this interview should be about?”
sd
“my
poetry. thematically i am just self-expressing, not proselytizing. afterward my
only concern is was it a good poem. i’m not focused on content, just context.
unfortunately everyone else seems to only care about what is said, not how it
was said and artistically i find no common ground.”
fff
“how
does that make you feel?”
sd
“most
of my poetry is inspired by peoples’ reaction to my poetry, hence the
underlying fuck you running through my poems.”
fff
“so
it does matter to you what other people think?”
sd
“yeah,
i’m complex like that.”
fff
“do
you ever think you could find a common ground?”
sd
“when
i was in therapy addressing these issues of isolation my therapist told me that
given who i am and the expectations of what other people value that i am
essentially screwed. that i will always be the lone wolf lingering in the
darkness peering at the campers around their fire. the perceived threat of me
would never garner an invite nor would i feel comfortable sitting on one of
their logs.”
fff
“did
your therapist believe in god?’
sd
“that’s
an amazingly stupid question.”
(silence)
sd
“yeah,
i know, i’m an asshole, next question.”
fff
“how
do you hope to be remembered?”
sd
“nihilism
has voided my mind of expectation and created a character that just doesn’t
care. all i know is this need to write for no other purpose then a personal
need to write. the less i write the more i perish.”
fff
“what
did you have for breakfast?”
sd
“coffee,
a marijuana edible, a cigarette and a twenty-four ounce can of beer.”
fff
“i
should have started with that question.”
sd
“brat.”
fff
“what
do you really want?”
sd
“to
have a conversation with someone who is capable of coalescing around my
consciousness.”
fff
“anything
else?”
sd
“to
be the worst me i can be and still have arms around me, embracing until i feel i
will never falter in the forever.”
fff
“don’t
you think you expect too much?”
sd
“don’t
we all?”
***
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