And I thought I wrote horrendously. Apparently this was published somehow. Probably the worst first page of a book ever.
my head hurts.
I think I’ve walked in too many circles
I was reading a Russian novel tonight and I felt as though I understood.
Goethe didn’t drink, that’s why he pistol-headed his Werner
Schiller loved champange
In Russia they measure alcohol in grams. ( I don’t understand the volume)
Are you it, are you it, is she it?
Come on, link my chicken wing, I said
She said I hate chicken wings
We ate food without any utensils, just spongy bread.
I like her material, can she fill those jeans?
Does she do yoga, does she deconstruct DNA?
What are her qualifications?
Are we thinking too much, she said.
