i used to seek pleasure

I’m sort of excited to develop some rolls of film that are on my floor, though I’m unenthused (I had to look up “unenthused” just to make sure I didn’t make it up/ask my roommate) about looking at people’s photos, don’t know why. Perhaps it’s my caffeine paranoia that’s affecting everything, I’m being such a weirdo.
Dana’s been sleeping on my couch for the past couple o’nights, the night of the Vice photo show I got far too belligerent…Angry/furious (I personally think it was all justifiable). Stickin’ it to the man. Though I did stick it to my elbows, after trying to break windows with my body. Never a good thing. The crew got kicked out of some (lame boring) bar after Gala got up on the bar and broke a few glasses/some computer/asked the dj to play better music. We roof hopped for a while and then I got a piggy back ride for five blocks. Digression, who the fuck cares.

Point is, I want some good literary submissions, where are all the writers?