[tweets i made strung out on speed at 4:33 a.m. … since deleted]
your favorite writer crying because he read your book
not good tears
kurt vonnegut probably cries like a cat licking his face
david foster wallace probably cries like he’s trying to push the tears back in
franz kafka cries from his fingernails and the tears are the flavor of his childhood home on fire
kafka has to hold his hands up to his eyes so the tears will stream down his face
cormac mccarthy has only ever cried 2x, both times holding a shot gun to his temple
billy burroughs must go to a hospital to get tears injected to cry, makes this trip too often
his insurance is threatening to drop him
i cry like a fucking bitch
write book w/ chocolate ink so it melts if anyone reads it
write book w/ no cover & pages are crumbly old newspaper, disintegrates as you read
write book with tiny offwhite ink, have to read in uv light, story is about wasting power
write book about strungout drug addict using twitter at 4:33 am
fuck then i’d be too much like tao lin … maybe not bad idea
tell tao lin not to follow me on twitter don’t let him steal my ideas
tell tao lin to add me back on facebook tho i want to ‘like’ his stuff