apparently that's also me:
outside the internet
segment of my life...

http://tinyurl.com/ybu5nujl

although i'm glad
that it's not everyday...
birthday parties
of 18 year old
girls are............
       exhausting...

no, really...
   when i left the party i left
a girl standing in the door
attempting to woo me in
for the night...
left lamenting asking
people:
do you know the direction
to hell?!

****...
people boast on the internet
all the time...
      suntans,
or some exotica from
a holiday in Thailand...
never a little piece of
Piracy in terms of
skin color from Hackney,
east London...

      i'm starting to contemplate
one thing,
and one thing alone...
what would the demigod
Narcissus make
of a photograph,
if a mirror was smashed?
perhaps like any mortal...
i abhorred and subsequently
abhor watching video
footage of myself...

i simply gather...
Narcissus has no memory faculty...
a photograph is a memory atom,
a mirror is an object...
and the visage reflected in it
is also a memory, albeit
passing...
     ergo fluid...
  
Narcissus can be Narcissus before
a mirror, looking down
on the still water of a lake...
but sure as ****
he doesn't have the ***** looking
at a photograph...
  apparently Narcissus becomes
Dorian...
        the imagination...
stemming from **** *******
and blocking
reproduction...
          
Narcissus could never peer
and bind himself to a Gemini visage
within the confines of the sea,
or a river...
   hence?
     out of curiosity...
what would Narcissus do...
  with a photograph?