<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949445379054231909</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:20:45.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poems from tao lin book</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949445379054231909.post-9219573365520261888</id><published>2008-03-11T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:18:52.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes a happy moment occurs while on AOL instant messenger</title><content type='html'>________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will create an AIMbot &lt;br /&gt;that can generate conversation similar to tao lin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will call it&lt;br /&gt;‘tao lin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will send instant messages to ‘tao lin’&lt;br /&gt;and i will invite ‘tao lin’ over to my house to show him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he will say ‘haha’ and never show up &lt;br /&gt;and i will look at my face in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;and i will have an honest question&lt;br /&gt;later i will tell him he isn’t polite&lt;br /&gt;because he never came over &lt;br /&gt;and he will say ‘i enjoyed this’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after a while i will get off instant messenger &lt;br /&gt;and you won’t call &lt;br /&gt;and i won’t either &lt;br /&gt;and after a while i won’t like you anymore&lt;br /&gt;and after a while we’ll forget each other&lt;br /&gt;and after a while we will both be inside of coffins you will be discolored &lt;br /&gt;and remembered and alone inside of your coffin &lt;br /&gt;and i’ll be beautiful and full of maggots and alone inside of my coffin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7949445379054231909-9219573365520261888?l=sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/9219573365520261888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/9219573365520261888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-happy-moment-occurs-while-on.html' title='sometimes a happy moment occurs while on AOL instant messenger'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949445379054231909.post-8205884678575020265</id><published>2008-03-11T16:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:37:51.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if i push you a little and get hit by a truck instead i’m okay with that</title><content type='html'>________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i refuse the painkillers to help my mood &lt;br /&gt;at night i sound like a five-year-old &lt;br /&gt;i am love i am the national book award&lt;br /&gt;i say, ‘isn’t it funny we both didn’t get hit by a truck’&lt;br /&gt;you say, ‘be careful what you wish for’&lt;br /&gt;i say, ‘um, why should i be careful what i wish for if i’ll be happy &lt;br /&gt;if i get what i want?’&lt;br /&gt;you say, ‘it’s hard to tell if you’re being sarcastic’&lt;br /&gt;i say ‘we would be able to have a real conversation in the hospital’&lt;br /&gt;i roll to face away from you and vomit in a bedpan &lt;br /&gt;there is blood in the vomit and i am still pretty happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7949445379054231909-8205884678575020265?l=sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/8205884678575020265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/8205884678575020265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-i-push-you-little-and-get-hit-by.html' title='if i push you a little and get hit by a truck instead i’m okay with that'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949445379054231909.post-3953459920477900029</id><published>2008-03-11T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:17:35.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to throw a carton of orange juice at your face</title><content type='html'>________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to throw a carton of orange juice at your face and &lt;br /&gt;when it is in the air&lt;br /&gt;i want it to turn into a dozen oranges &lt;br /&gt;that hit your face and body and when you fall back asleep&lt;br /&gt;i want the oranges to turn into orange juice&lt;br /&gt;that doesn’t evaporate at all&lt;br /&gt;and makes us take ourselves somewhere else away from this sticky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7949445379054231909-3953459920477900029?l=sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/3953459920477900029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/3953459920477900029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-want-to-throw-carton-of-orange-juice.html' title='i want to throw a carton of orange juice at your face'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949445379054231909.post-2102115494008499276</id><published>2008-03-11T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:17:00.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that night with the green sky</title><content type='html'>________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was snowing here and there at the same time&lt;br /&gt;you were in the city and every time you looked up&lt;br /&gt;someone was leaning out a window, watching you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about how much someone liked you&lt;br /&gt;you sat at the window and made your eyes wider &lt;br /&gt;then squinted and leaned on the window with your forehead you looked confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that maybe you were thinking that you’d make us disappear&lt;br /&gt;by changing the shape of your eyes like you were thinking &lt;br /&gt;while you leaned on the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that hurts&lt;br /&gt;why did you want us gone? &lt;br /&gt;i’m over it&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;some things aren’t worth explaining, i guess&lt;br /&gt;like the color of the sky that night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7949445379054231909-2102115494008499276?l=sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/2102115494008499276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/2102115494008499276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com/2008/03/that-night-with-green-sky.html' title='that night with the green sky'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949445379054231909.post-4592019600779711399</id><published>2008-03-11T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:16:18.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poems that look like poems</title><content type='html'>________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one time i wrote a poem that looked just like a poem&lt;br /&gt;it looked like a poem would &lt;br /&gt;if it were a poem&lt;br /&gt;if i were slamming against you and losing by three hundred &lt;br /&gt;i’d just hold up the poem and everyone would see it was a poem&lt;br /&gt;and i would win and you’d be angry but then we would laugh&lt;br /&gt;and that could be fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this other time you had some book &lt;br /&gt;you were looking for a poem about horses to show me &lt;br /&gt;you pointed at a poem that looked like a poem&lt;br /&gt;i said ‘that looks like a poem’&lt;br /&gt;and you said, ‘read it, it’s pretty’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another time i was thinking about how i didn’t read the poem about horses&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking you thought the poem was pretty&lt;br /&gt;and i think it looked just like a poem&lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking there is no connection in those two things, and that is kind of nice &lt;br /&gt;because it was actually free of bullshit, finally&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7949445379054231909-4592019600779711399?l=sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/4592019600779711399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/4592019600779711399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com/2008/03/poems-that-look-like-poems.html' title='poems that look like poems'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949445379054231909.post-3404092910310556779</id><published>2008-03-11T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:15:38.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tao lin’s spring break</title><content type='html'>________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tao lin looked up and stared at the sun too long and thought ‘it’s the sunniest day ever’&lt;br /&gt;then he thought about his short story collection&lt;br /&gt;tao lin thought about the twenty-five to thirty to fifty depressed people in the stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tao lin thought about how all those depressed people were happier than him&lt;br /&gt;with feelings that are not exactly like his tao lin is not sure how he can live with this &lt;br /&gt;he doesn’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he waits for his writing professor who helps him publish this book and tells him &lt;br /&gt;if he’s self-indulgent&lt;br /&gt;tao lin wants to agree with his professor and feel sort of hollow and good&lt;br /&gt;but the teacher doesn’t show up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tao lin calls me&lt;br /&gt;the only girl in the world that he likes&lt;br /&gt;i cancel on him and ask him if he wants me to call him over spring break&lt;br /&gt;he says, ‘if you want to’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i say i will &lt;br /&gt;but of course i won’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tao lin goes to the bookstore and buys three of the most depressing books &lt;br /&gt;he can find but he doesn’t finish them because they aren’t depressing enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tao lin buys a six dollar fruit and eats it while he walks around &lt;br /&gt;he thinks about walking on water and wants to be the one to walk on water &lt;br /&gt;so he can be amazed that he is not below and inside the concrete, &lt;br /&gt;tao lin held completely still &lt;br /&gt;just below the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tao lin sits on the train with his eyes shut thinking about this stupid world&lt;br /&gt;he thinks about his giant brain and imagines a huge wet heart there instead&lt;br /&gt;he thinks about hearts where his organs and bones are&lt;br /&gt;there are hearts beating inside the bodies spread throughout the city &lt;br /&gt;all the bodies in the stupid world fill with hearts and it is wet out&lt;br /&gt;tao lin walks home at three p.m. it is bright out and his day is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tao lin is on the bed waiting for your phone call &lt;br /&gt;the only person in the world that he likes &lt;br /&gt;you are his favorite person &lt;br /&gt;he thinks you aren’t god &lt;br /&gt;but he is wrong &lt;br /&gt;because you create the universe&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes you can save him for a little while &lt;br /&gt;and you aren’t in love with him so he guesses you can do something,&lt;br /&gt;but he still wants to murder you and me and himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tao lin gets up and shuts his door and shuts the blinds and turns off all the lights&lt;br /&gt;he turns off the fan and all the little noisemakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tao lin hides under the comforter and pretends it is night&lt;br /&gt;he tries to pretend this is irony and humor&lt;br /&gt;by staying detached &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he can’t tao lin tries to cry but he doesn’t&lt;br /&gt;so he just stays still and thinks about the cell phone&lt;br /&gt;tao lin hopes that you are really in love with him &lt;br /&gt;while he is still under the blanket&lt;br /&gt;he thinks about the devil telling you you’d die&lt;br /&gt;or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tao lin stays still and time continues and he thinks &lt;br /&gt;about sleeping for an entire day instead of waking up at 9 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;tao lin is going a little insane&lt;br /&gt;he is thinking, ‘please, just let me go to sleep, please’ &lt;br /&gt;after a couple hours tao lin goes insane&lt;br /&gt;he starts crying he tells himself it is minuscule and not even real tears &lt;br /&gt;a piece of tao lin’s brainheart releases into the other hearts &lt;br /&gt;a clot forms and then a thousand million pieces of heart fly out of his body&lt;br /&gt;tao lin is gone there are pieces of hearts all over his room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7949445379054231909-3404092910310556779?l=sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/3404092910310556779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/3404092910310556779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com/2008/03/tao-lins-spring-break.html' title='tao lin’s spring break'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949445379054231909.post-3257598021965107470</id><published>2008-03-11T16:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:14:22.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i did nothing today and i wanted a lot</title><content type='html'>________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was boring because there was a big list of things i wanted that i didn’t get &lt;br /&gt;you were on the list &lt;br /&gt;it involved a vacuum&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to feel sleepy and happy and comfortable&lt;br /&gt;i wanted stay bored with my ear on the pillow wanting things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7949445379054231909-3257598021965107470?l=sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/3257598021965107470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/3257598021965107470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-did-nothing-today-and-i-wanted-lot.html' title='i did nothing today and i wanted a lot'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949445379054231909.post-103716905098204429</id><published>2008-03-11T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:13:42.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have started a band and you are in it</title><content type='html'>________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone in the band is a genius &lt;br /&gt;we all have creative control &lt;br /&gt;everyone is a little afraid of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during practice we sing into microphones &lt;br /&gt;then tao lin speaks to the bassist in private&lt;br /&gt;he tells the bassist to do more triplets and chords &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bassist doesn’t get angry &lt;br /&gt;and he doesn’t play any more triplets or chords &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tao lin looks pissed over in the corner &lt;br /&gt;holding onto his jealous girlfriend who is holding a guitar &lt;br /&gt;tao lin does some hand motions to represent triplets and chords &lt;br /&gt;but the bass player doesn’t see so tao lin’s girlfriend leaves him&lt;br /&gt;but later she comes back like nothing happened &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of people are in the band and it is going well &lt;br /&gt;we are the grammy we wear the rockstarrobes&lt;br /&gt;tao lin huddles us all around him like a coach &lt;br /&gt;he tells us about a plot to get his girlfriend to sing alone&lt;br /&gt;no one pays attention everyone starts playing while tao lin plots&lt;br /&gt;he grabs the mic and sings the lyric, ‘i pretended to leave you &lt;br /&gt;because i am a bad and immature person’&lt;br /&gt;it sounds alright &lt;br /&gt;later he gives the bassist a list of rules and the bassist &lt;br /&gt;starts a petition to kick tao lin out of the band the petition says, &lt;br /&gt;‘i really like this band, i really like being in a big band with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;but if we don’t kick tao lin out of the band then i will make him do pushups &lt;br /&gt;i will make him do five hundred pushups while he hums the clown song,&lt;br /&gt;you know the one they play when the bear wearing a hat is on the unicycle,&lt;br /&gt;then i will stand on his spine while he does the last ten pushups to paralyze him &lt;br /&gt;from the neck down.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we don’t want tao lin to be paralyzed &lt;br /&gt;se we kick him out of the band&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7949445379054231909-103716905098204429?l=sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/103716905098204429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/103716905098204429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-started-band-and-you-are-in-it.html' title='i have started a band and you are in it'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949445379054231909.post-2892059553889073847</id><published>2008-03-11T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:13:04.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am employed</title><content type='html'>________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wake up at 5 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;i am alert &lt;br /&gt;i feel dehydrated and alert&lt;br /&gt;happiness is moving through me, tentatively, like it’s not sure of itself &lt;br /&gt;i stand next to the sink and take a long drink from a glass of water &lt;br /&gt;i think about the long period of time when i didn’t feel happiness &lt;br /&gt;i feel movement inside my stomach, i say to my happiness, &lt;br /&gt;‘are you leaving already?  don’t go yet.  slow down.’  and i am saying&lt;br /&gt;‘no. oh.  i will just keep it moving through me and let it go away,&lt;br /&gt;that’s it,’ my happiness moves a little quicker now and it is &lt;br /&gt;showing teeth and i start sweating and i wipe the sweat off &lt;br /&gt;with my tie and then it is nighttime and i am in bed and can’t sleep&lt;br /&gt;because my head sounds like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUUUUUHHHHHHHHH &lt;br /&gt;DUUUUUHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;DUUUUUHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it also sounds like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, muah, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that sounds like a desk fan &lt;br /&gt;so i fall calmly asleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the next day i am in the one room of the building where i work &lt;br /&gt;and my boss is sitting next to me and he is breathing heavily&lt;br /&gt;and not saying anything until he says, ‘well,’ for the length of an exhale&lt;br /&gt;and i think it might be what he says before he fires someone and i feel kind of &lt;br /&gt;alone in the world, ground level and lonely, even though i am happy enough &lt;br /&gt;to laugh at a joke on tv and look at the face of my customers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is a mystery, really, what might be in there, and i cannot resist this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i close my hand on some change in the tip jar and slowly take&lt;br /&gt;my hand out of the tip jar while staring at my boss’s face and &lt;br /&gt;then glance and see the change on the counter, there is a dime,&lt;br /&gt;three nickels, two quarters, twelve pennies, a button, a piece of yarn,&lt;br /&gt;and a scrap of paper advertising a job conference at the best western &lt;br /&gt;and i feel afraid and doomed while i am happy and a little lonely &lt;br /&gt;behind the counter exchanging tender for the convenience store&lt;br /&gt;and then work is over and i stand and smile and my boss &lt;br /&gt;does not stand but smiles up at me and i laugh and my boss laughs and&lt;br /&gt;i say, ‘that’s it, i’m done.  have a good one,’ and my boss says,&lt;br /&gt;‘hey, have fun’ and i laugh and my boss laughs and i think i &lt;br /&gt;might go to the park and ask a sixty year old woman out &lt;br /&gt;so i can tell her what i have learned about life and mortality and &lt;br /&gt;death and she will be able to teach me and relate at the same time because &lt;br /&gt;she is forty years older than me but then i am taking the key out of my lock &lt;br /&gt;and opening the door and closing the door and turning on the tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i steal a vitamin water &lt;br /&gt;i say to myself, ‘stay healthy’&lt;br /&gt;my brain says, ‘stay healthy and happy’&lt;br /&gt;my brain says, ‘just give up’ &lt;br /&gt;and i say to my brain, ‘fuck you’&lt;br /&gt;my brain says, ‘drink some regular water’&lt;br /&gt;and i say, ‘no, not yet’&lt;br /&gt;because i know secretly that i was caught stealing the vitamin water &lt;br /&gt;and i don’t want to be finished by the time the police get to the door &lt;br /&gt;i put the empty bottle in my bag and take it to work the next day &lt;br /&gt;i put the bottle on the counter and name it C.E.O of the store &lt;br /&gt;i want it to emanate an aura of firing me; and i want my boss &lt;br /&gt;to be trained in interpreting emanations of bottled water and be &lt;br /&gt;watching us approach from a distance and tap my shoulder and &lt;br /&gt;say, ‘hey, i think the C.E.O is emanating an aura of wanting to fire you&lt;br /&gt;from your full-time job that pays part-time’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look around &lt;br /&gt;my brain says, ‘your happy, do something’&lt;br /&gt;i go into a deli and feel happy &lt;br /&gt;because i am holding a grenade &lt;br /&gt;i waved it in the air at the deli owner right when i went in&lt;br /&gt;if he doesn’t forget i waved it at him he will probably shoot me &lt;br /&gt;with a normal bullet that will kill me because my grenade looks like a grenade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he forgets and &lt;br /&gt;i leave the deli and i am kind of annoyed &lt;br /&gt;on the sidewalk my brain says, ‘hey calm down your still happy’&lt;br /&gt;i say, ‘i know’&lt;br /&gt;and i fidget&lt;br /&gt;i say, ‘i was happy anyway, even if you didn’t say that, so don’t&lt;br /&gt;think i’m happy just because you said that’&lt;br /&gt;i open a bottle of water &lt;br /&gt;and i say, ‘i am equal with you and you can’t control me’&lt;br /&gt;and i quickly drink my bottled water before i can respond to what &lt;br /&gt;i said and the water is cold and it coats my esophagus and the cold &lt;br /&gt;goes through my stomach and my heart starts to pump cold blood &lt;br /&gt;and my brain shivers and makes a noise against my skull and i get &lt;br /&gt;a little nervous but it is fun and i go home and lie on my bed &lt;br /&gt;and roll over and i am having a nightmare &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the nightmare is cinematic and there is no plot but it is coherent &lt;br /&gt;and i am impressed with the number of periphery characters &lt;br /&gt;that don’t effect anything and the silent vast landscapes &lt;br /&gt;there is no director even though it is a hollywood spectacle &lt;br /&gt;and millions of dollars worth of effects are used in explosions &lt;br /&gt;and cgi stunts where someone somersaults and stabs me in the heart &lt;br /&gt;then cartwheels into a pit of fire and there is no plot but there are &lt;br /&gt;themes and there is telepathy instead of conversation and i think &lt;br /&gt;i am the national book award and i am writing an essay on it &lt;br /&gt;and having footnotes and extrapolating those footnotes into a second &lt;br /&gt;essay that is critical of the national book award for having this nightmare &lt;br /&gt;i am happy and the essay gets rejected from harper’s and i am still happy &lt;br /&gt;while i am still writing the essay in my nightmare and watching the &lt;br /&gt;special effects of my nightmare like it was a movie &lt;br /&gt;and i am writing the first line of the second essay &lt;br /&gt;and the first line that i am writing is, ‘the worst award of its generation’ &lt;br /&gt;and then the nightmare is over and the ending doesn’t disappoint or teach me &lt;br /&gt;i am the national book award and i am channeling that into taking a flamethrower &lt;br /&gt;into a forest and burning wild animals and tress &lt;br /&gt;and people in amusement park animal costumes that are running in the forest&lt;br /&gt;mauling campers and smashing rabbits and paralyzing them and eating them alive&lt;br /&gt;then i find a replica of my nightmare in pill form and i take the pill and experience it &lt;br /&gt;all again and it is brilliant and i wake up smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don’t shower &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put on sunglasses &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and go outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like i am happy because every light is green &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really only the first two lights are green &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third is red &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am still happy i start to feel disappointed that i am still happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the next red light i am still disappointed and i imagine i am &lt;br /&gt;in a place where you can’t cross the road wherever you want &lt;br /&gt;my disappointment says, ‘it is too bad and the light is red.’&lt;br /&gt;right before i said the light was red it turned green so &lt;br /&gt;i was sarcastic when i said the light was red but &lt;br /&gt;the bus doesn’t kill me and it doesn’t honk &lt;br /&gt;and there is little noise but the drivers look agitated&lt;br /&gt;and staring at me because they are angry and that &lt;br /&gt;is good enough i could of walked faster i can’t hear them &lt;br /&gt;inside their cars but they look like they are angry and that &lt;br /&gt;is good enough and i drop my sunglasses and i stand there &lt;br /&gt;and my brain releases melatonin and i feel sleepy but alive &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and the light turns green and all the angry people drive away &lt;br /&gt;some of the passengers look at me standing on the corner &lt;br /&gt;one of them grins i watch the grin ride past my brain says,&lt;br /&gt;‘wait; let me try something,’ and releases more melatonin &lt;br /&gt;and i feel so sleepy and restless and sluggish and maybe even sad &lt;br /&gt;and my brain says, ‘yeah, it’s always been sadness,’&lt;br /&gt;and i say, ‘shut up, it’s more complicated than that’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i let it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain says, ‘don’t waste this’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say, ‘i know,’ and i go into work and stand there&lt;br /&gt;and my brain says, ‘this is work’&lt;br /&gt;and i turn and walk behind the counter and i sit where i can look out a window&lt;br /&gt;i feel afraid that the people at my work are talking about something devious and &lt;br /&gt;financially crippling i did to them because i walked in and sat where i could &lt;br /&gt;look out the window without saying anything i look at a bowling ally &lt;br /&gt;across the street thinking they are talking about &lt;br /&gt;how my detachment is worry and that this is worse that robbing them &lt;br /&gt;straightforwardly because at least in a straightforward situation they&lt;br /&gt;would know what was happening and feel psychologically stable &lt;br /&gt;instead of desensitized and afraid which is how i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see a bowler across the street and the bowler waves hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sprint wildly across the street and high five the bowler wearing a wrist guard&lt;br /&gt;because i was really sad until i saw the bowler then i fell in love with the bowler &lt;br /&gt;and i was happy again now i’m back at work humming and scrubbing  and smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all say, ‘bowl with me’&lt;br /&gt;and i hand them their change&lt;br /&gt;and one of them says, ‘i rejected all your stories’&lt;br /&gt;then one says, ‘should i buy this’&lt;br /&gt;and soon they all are putting down the bowling balls on the counter and saying &lt;br /&gt;‘should i buy this’&lt;br /&gt;and i get off work&lt;br /&gt;and eat a cookie&lt;br /&gt;and the cookie says nothing&lt;br /&gt;and i go through the zoo and see a dead giraffe on the ground beside a tree&lt;br /&gt;and it is saying, ‘subscribe to me’&lt;br /&gt;it’s saying, ‘don’t ignore me’&lt;br /&gt;it says, ‘save yourself’&lt;br /&gt;and it says, ‘detonate the free t-shirt’&lt;br /&gt;but i have sunglasses on so i can pretend that i didn’t see the&lt;br /&gt;giraffe or hear it because when you have sunglasses on you&lt;br /&gt;can’t hear giraffe anymore and people accept that and so i&lt;br /&gt;step away from the ledge and then it is nighttime and i am in bed and &lt;br /&gt;having another nightmare &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this time there isn’t anything going on &lt;br /&gt;most of what i can see is dark and there is the top of a skull lit up &lt;br /&gt;near the middle for hours i dream about the skull doing nothing &lt;br /&gt;nothing happens i ache and shiver in my sleep at one point &lt;br /&gt;the skull begins to crack and the brain starts to show &lt;br /&gt;a lot of the brain is showing now &lt;br /&gt;and then the skull stops breaking &lt;br /&gt;this is a nightmare and not funny at all but deadly serious because the nightmare &lt;br /&gt;has no sense of humor for a long time it is just the exposed brain surrounded &lt;br /&gt;with a little bit of skull and at the end of the nightmare i touch the top of my head &lt;br /&gt;my hand touches hair touching a pillow i cartwheel out of bed and &lt;br /&gt;go stand near the mirror to get ready for work i scratch my head &lt;br /&gt;and yawn and then drive away in my real life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7949445379054231909-2892059553889073847?l=sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/2892059553889073847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/2892059553889073847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-employed.html' title='i am employed'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949445379054231909.post-2864488247504752464</id><published>2008-03-11T16:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:11:55.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my favorite right now</title><content type='html'>________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want all of it’s happiness to be afraid of itself and weary of being discovered &lt;br /&gt;i want most of the line breaks where you naturally pause &lt;br /&gt;i want every last stanza to be written in fine print &lt;br /&gt;and i only want the variety &lt;br /&gt;because repeating something and never changing &lt;br /&gt;is selling out and incomplete &lt;br /&gt;it doesn’t matter how much you make &lt;br /&gt;because selling out is a figure of speech &lt;br /&gt;and i don’t think you should lie to me like leaving out nature all together &lt;br /&gt;but a nature poem is a poem about one thing and that is selling out and boring&lt;br /&gt;unless your in a good mood, the kind of mood that makes sand look beautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7949445379054231909-2864488247504752464?l=sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/2864488247504752464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/2864488247504752464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-favorite-right-now.html' title='my favorite right now'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949445379054231909.post-9060365975593873764</id><published>2008-03-11T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:10:52.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am tao lin and i decided to talk to you when i saw you on the street</title><content type='html'>________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i leaned in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said something &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you leaned in some more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rained &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it did something else &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it almost did all the rest of it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are lots of people and it wanted to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘cut a promo,’ it said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘tao,’ you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i leaned in to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we leaned against each other standing there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don’t know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what we were doing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were standing next to a bus stop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next to a tree on a sidewalk of the city &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every reason was good &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘i am thinking’ i said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every five minutes i made a mistake and disappeared &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you are the beach ball flying through the darkness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bump into you there and we ricochet a little  but we stay close &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while we found the light switch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it didn’t do anything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew i was in a bright room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tom cruise is jumping from an exploding ship and landing and a woman’s feet to propose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone on a swing blows bubbles that float above the swing set &lt;br /&gt;and pop against the house &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is cake in the darkness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a human that looked trustworthy is looking for you here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you give me a hand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something good happened &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried and crying made my laugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7949445379054231909-9060365975593873764?l=sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/9060365975593873764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/9060365975593873764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-tao-lin-and-i-decided-to-talk-to.html' title='i am tao lin and i decided to talk to you when i saw you on the street'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949445379054231909.post-8638121898994784970</id><published>2008-03-11T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:10:00.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loneliness is just a word that means there is no one around right now and you are starting to remember what it is like when there is someone around</title><content type='html'>loneliness is just a word that means there is no one around right now and you are starting to remember what it is like when there is someone around and it is possible that you are okay while you attack your psyche but it feels like you have been lonely your whole life and nothing is going to change but that is just stupid because things change a lot and you are different again like you just grew up again and nothing is that wrong you are just bored and want you to have someone there to remind you it isn’t that bad and everything will be just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the internet i say i don’t hate people &lt;br /&gt;tao lin says he hates people a lot more than i do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am alone at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;everyone is talking &lt;br /&gt;i feel detached and serious &lt;br /&gt;because that is how i feel when i am around people&lt;br /&gt;i hear you say that you hate people &lt;br /&gt;and i do too but it is because i need them to survive &lt;br /&gt;and i have no control &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you are standing on the path talking &lt;br /&gt;i move very close to you &lt;br /&gt;i hug you a little while you are telling me something &lt;br /&gt;you pat my head and say, ‘i know’ and throw something in the trash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the train i look you in the eyes &lt;br /&gt;i say i always look people in the eyes now&lt;br /&gt;you ask why &lt;br /&gt;i say so people can see the weakness is my eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next night at four in the morning&lt;br /&gt;i remember when you threw something in the trash and i relate a little&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7949445379054231909-8638121898994784970?l=sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/8638121898994784970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/8638121898994784970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com/2008/03/loneliness-is-just-word-that-means.html' title='loneliness is just a word that means there is no one around right now and you are starting to remember what it is like when there is someone around'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949445379054231909.post-2621177849061409315</id><published>2008-03-11T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:08:08.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored?  or terrified?</title><content type='html'>________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even funny movies don’t make me laugh but when i watch them with you &lt;br /&gt;i smile and look over to you and sometimes i say a line again and is alright &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am incapable of laughing quietly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am never able to address anyone &lt;br /&gt;unless they first show interest in me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a person i try to escape it &lt;br /&gt;but i am a person, built slowly over a number of years &lt;br /&gt;and i break when i slam my face with the shovel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7949445379054231909-2621177849061409315?l=sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/2621177849061409315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/2621177849061409315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com/2008/03/bored-or-terrified.html' title='bored?  or terrified?'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949445379054231909.post-8641306411729044499</id><published>2008-03-11T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:07:26.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i will make this change</title><content type='html'>________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no such thing &lt;br /&gt;as anti-depressant medicine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plastic bottle in the cabinet is filled with smaller plastic bottles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get really sad for a little while &lt;br /&gt;and i am glad there is no anti-depressant medicine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i can learn how to fluctuate&lt;br /&gt;with ease and say, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, &lt;br /&gt;ha, ha, ha, whenever  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an hour later i still feel sad and i catch myself  thinking extremely hard &lt;br /&gt;about a person where the cabinet should be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are wearing shoes &lt;br /&gt;you re just as bored &lt;br /&gt;you laugh some &lt;br /&gt;you have the face of a hamster and you build me into a fort made of people&lt;br /&gt;in the corner of your room&lt;br /&gt;i touch someone on either side and try to detach and blockade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7949445379054231909-8641306411729044499?l=sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/8641306411729044499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/8641306411729044499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-will-make-this-change-6555.html' title='i will make this change'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949445379054231909.post-3857860249457551683</id><published>2008-03-11T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:05:56.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am about to destroy tao lin</title><content type='html'>________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if tao lin doesn’t reply to my comment in the next ten minutes saying &lt;br /&gt;how people are binary star systems i think i might do something &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever i do won’t be against the law &lt;br /&gt;but tao lin will wish i was handcuffed so i couldn’t type anymore&lt;br /&gt;if i were a cat i would jump up and touch the screen where the mouse is moving &lt;br /&gt;so tao lin couldn’t see the screen &lt;br /&gt;i am a fur coat and i fling myself off the coat rack onto the desk &lt;br /&gt;right into tao lin’s pasta &lt;br /&gt;then tao lin starts to feel afraid &lt;br /&gt;i am an egg timer shaped like a bell pepper&lt;br /&gt;and i am watching tao lin trying to disappear &lt;br /&gt;and that’s perfect because i can destroy anyone i want &lt;br /&gt;i give tao lin the magic to disappear &lt;br /&gt;the entire tao lin disappears along with all his belongings &lt;br /&gt;because life is suffering and suffering is not evil it is boring &lt;br /&gt;and if you want to have meaning then meaning is pretty much &lt;br /&gt;all you get but if you want to disappear i can help &lt;br /&gt;i am the universe in the future &lt;br /&gt;i am you hundreds of years ago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7949445379054231909-3857860249457551683?l=sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/3857860249457551683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/3857860249457551683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-about-to-destroy-tao-lin.html' title='i am about to destroy tao lin'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949445379054231909.post-2106234169162968185</id><published>2008-03-11T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:04:28.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 : 30 a.m.</title><content type='html'>________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am petting the cat in bed &lt;br /&gt;i don’t really care about existential&lt;br /&gt;it’s not that bad &lt;br /&gt;i am nervous in my bed alone in my room&lt;br /&gt;i am fucked normally &lt;br /&gt;i am just a normal person &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;he told me to tell you&lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;tao lin is fucked existentially &lt;br /&gt;i will tell him you died &lt;br /&gt;while i told you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7949445379054231909-2106234169162968185?l=sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/2106234169162968185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/2106234169162968185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com/2008/03/7-30-am.html' title='7 : 30 a.m.'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949445379054231909.post-8355311020404180494</id><published>2008-03-11T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:03:21.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>malkovichmalkovich</title><content type='html'>________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel most comfortable around people &lt;br /&gt;i know they are all thinking different things than me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS THERE A LINE?&lt;br /&gt;WHERE IS NEW JERSEY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their faces show a pretty big range of emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about how no one was saying anything at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don’t care &lt;br /&gt;we don’t want to communicate&lt;br /&gt;we just want to get out food &lt;br /&gt;and eat it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and go home &lt;br /&gt;and go to sleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or else find a secret passage way behind the filing cabinet &lt;br /&gt;and throw a frenchfry in the passage &lt;br /&gt;and move the cabinet back to where it was &lt;br /&gt;and go to sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7949445379054231909-8355311020404180494?l=sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/8355311020404180494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/8355311020404180494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com/2008/03/malkovichmalkovich.html' title='malkovichmalkovich'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949445379054231909.post-9071445683996568489</id><published>2008-03-11T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:02:14.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i appreciate you for everything good you have done in the past</title><content type='html'>________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you die the world becomes off limits &lt;br /&gt;like a fun house in a closed carnival &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fun house is far away it collapses at the speed of light &lt;br /&gt;tao lin made that up a while ago &lt;br /&gt;he lives in a high-density urban area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am hard working,&lt;br /&gt;people-dependent, i can hear a room full of conversations at one time &lt;br /&gt;i am honest sometimes i am mean and ironic&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy screaming and getting screamed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you are the nobel prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘i am going to play videogames all day,’ i think that’s funny &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy&lt;br /&gt;and i don’t i am bored &lt;br /&gt;it makes sense that there are negative numbers in the field of positive numbers &lt;br /&gt;sometimes a negative number and a positive number equal the same thing &lt;br /&gt;when they are real numbers&lt;br /&gt;so negative-one apple looks like positive one apple &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world isn’t so stupid tao lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is just boring into submission &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can prove it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anytime in broad day light anytime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7949445379054231909-9071445683996568489?l=sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/9071445683996568489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/9071445683996568489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-appreciate-you-for-everything-good.html' title='i appreciate you for everything good you have done in the past'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949445379054231909.post-3252676541487152403</id><published>2008-03-11T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:52:51.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i honestly know who this poem is directed at and i write it with conviction and ease</title><content type='html'>____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of your philosophy of life is that you don't want any drugs or any drunk&lt;br /&gt;you are nihilistic daily but you still care about the environment somehow&lt;br /&gt;your worldview is that gmailchat, tao lin, and vegans are &lt;br /&gt;the best&lt;br /&gt;your belief system is that tonight you are going to be bored&lt;br /&gt;you are an asshole to other people because of the human condition, &lt;br /&gt;existentialism, and your high IQ&lt;br /&gt;you would rather punch someone in the face and kill them than have them think you might be  &lt;br /&gt;overcome with happiness&lt;br /&gt;your greatest accomplishment in life is keeping a calm face when you are nervous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7949445379054231909-3252676541487152403?l=sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/3252676541487152403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/3252676541487152403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-honestly-know-who-this-poem-is.html' title='i honestly know who this poem is directed at and i write it with conviction and ease'/><author><name>Teddy Hanover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949445379054231909.post-4019403229033744583</id><published>2008-03-11T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:53:35.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i walk on the earth and i am not immature</title><content type='html'>_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never read fight club &lt;br /&gt;is it a book? i listen to disturbed in public &lt;br /&gt;i’m fourteen years old&lt;br /&gt;who is satan?&lt;br /&gt;you are god &lt;br /&gt;i keep the meaning of things to myself so it might as well not exist &lt;br /&gt;i am a periphery character in a james patterson novel &lt;br /&gt;and i am going to die &lt;br /&gt;and so is mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;your brain fits in your skull &lt;br /&gt;and someone works on a time machine their whole life then dies&lt;br /&gt;and if you gave me three reasonable wishes &lt;br /&gt;i would never cash them in &lt;br /&gt;because i would feel like i was asking too much &lt;br /&gt;and everytime i got close to wishing something &lt;br /&gt;something else would happen and i would forget &lt;br /&gt;then you would punch me in the face &lt;br /&gt;and i would wish your hand had gone through my face &lt;br /&gt;and you would laugh at me and later on &lt;br /&gt;I’d make eye contact with you in a park &lt;br /&gt;and you would walk over and slam my teeth against the bench &lt;br /&gt;and i’d try to look at your face and pass out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7949445379054231909-4019403229033744583?l=sometimes-i-am.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/4019403229033744583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949445379054231909/posts/default/4019403229033744583'/><link 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