A writer in Paris? Try Bumfuck Eastern Oregon, living in an RV parked in gravel. An afternoon at Café de Flore? I’m boofing Robitussin in a desert full of invasive plant species, I’ll meet you there.
Synthetic leather bookmarks? I’m cool with my empty suboxone packets, thank you.
I’m bored of that structure. We get it, Dan, you’re edgy and depressed. Pretentious at best. Polyps under sutures wrapped in gauze, Sunday dress. No one rhymes anymore. I’m rapping. Culture vulture. I’m one of those goth sadboys. Oh, that’s okay then. Thai curry–one of the best foods on the planet–is the result of mixing cultures. Yeah, but you have to give credit where credit is due. Okay. Thank you Stevie Wonder and Marvin Gaye. Oh, and Tupac.
Daniel Jaeger lives and works in Portland, Oregon. A poet and artist at heart, he doesn’t want to live fighting for literary appreciation, but he wants literary appreciation. He doesn’t care if everyone likes his work, but he wants you to like his work. He has work published in Rejection Letters. He’s on Twitter at @BlackLiquidStar.
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