television was called books

i always lose i don't even like writing about it
i don't even like reading these days because there is nothing shocking: i'm just going to read infinite Jest over and over. when i'm reading real literature/articles/news i read so quick and i get to like twothirds-done and i stop because i understand the meaning of the literature/point of the article/relevance of the news: the end of things seems like insurance-of-beliefs for everyone around me
class feels like seven hours of being chained-down so i can't work to make money to buy bad things. but now with this new feeling about reading i don't even enjoy outside of class enough anymore.
last night when i went out to write and be drunk and cold all i could feel like was this:

'I DON'T KNOW YOU GUYS, BEING GOD IS A BIG RESPONSIBILITY

"I've just got this thing to show you. You have to come and see it."

"I have a bus to catch."

"You can get the next one."

"They're every half an hour," he objected.

"Please stay. You never stay."

"This had better be worth some of my time."

"Darling, just..."

Arnold was then just-inside the still swinging-doorway when his wife, whose face was still tear-stainedly-red whipped into their bedroom. He sighed. She passed through the hallway calmly, her footsteps even and relaxed; he didn't look up until she thrust the pocket-sized catharsis into his free hand, which, electrified by the sterility of the plastic, jolted up quickly to his eyeline for inspection. Behind it he thought he may have seen her teeth sneaking from the corners of her widening-lips.

"Wait, the plus means pregnant?"

While the months of resentment and true "getting-to-know-one-another-via-living-with-each-other-and-being-married" were to be turniqueted by embracing-arms, a jet-plane crushed their ceiling and smashed right into their bodies.'

My left me this morning