very pop culture on this dreary saturday morning, very lunchbox 

MUCH lunchbox, and also, a good bit of something different but maybe it’s so goddamn boring you don’t even know

you don’t even KNOW

how much

like four thousand blue whales lifting the world’s largest gold nugget

I’m talking today, right now, present

PUT A STAMP ON IT

just give it to the weird metal mouth jutting out of the brickwork and walk away

no return address 

who would be watching anyways,

there aren’t enough cameras,

nowhere near enough workers

a predictable wave of oddly impressive slander, trying to convince a club full of professional thieves to change their ways and go the straight and narrow, the ol’ 9 and 5

it’s so obvious kid, it’s so clearly masturbatory, no one would ever have any reason to climb it, certainly no reason to give it a name or a birth date

I can’t put my finger on it because my finger is entirely too large to work the machine

I’m just going to sit alone on a pillar and wait for something remarkable and silver and positively fucking lunchbox.

Then I’m gonna grab that fucking lunchbox ass something and shake it until it is entirely broken and can be discarded.

I’ve closed my eyes to the fuckers in the intestines of the blogoverse 

I realized that I must rise above it. Or drown above it.