we celebrate the games we’ve played and we’ve played them well. We celebrate our celibacy. The first rented room is always the ruined kind. dead flying things, moths most likely, in the lights
face to the ground, roots under rocks, and looking at iron-nickel wondering if i could see its increased gravitation. i'm spending the last of my twenties making flash cards. this isn’t what matters to me, but what distracts me. i have broken down concrete concepts until they’re simple one liners. i use them now.
i put myself out there, in there, sweat into my hangover all over your bed.
Jared thinks in terms of Facebook status updates.
Jared is writing a series of self-help books:
“Jared Gains Perspective”
“Jared Works it Out”
“Jared Chooses His Own Adventure”
“Jared Busts Out a Low C in Choir”
“Jared Engages in Retail Therapy”