the most overused word is interesting. everydaythingone is interesting, you're interesting, having no class is interesting; everyone tells me i'm interesting. interesting is such a surface-level word; the author cannot dictate a specific feeling, cannot entertain book, thought, or each other.
so he uses interesting to tie down the anchor and purposefully injects some superficial meaning into the meaningless.
and i guess what i mean by meaningless is me. i'm nothing- just broken bones and heavy thoughts; what i speak on the surface- scintillating, irresistibly rich and spacious. i trade facts like commodities on the black market, set up brothels with the lines of plath and auden, and wait- carnivorously, salivating, dying for you to truckle, and buckle your knees.
my words are who i am and i am passed sloppily around the circle of men of the hearth. i feel so tired and used and you can't penetrate me because the me that i am is nothing- just air.
