desecrated my body to promote my literary career

i feel the 'sole purpose' of this tattoo is to 'promote my career'

i see journalists 'inadvertantly' noticing my bluefin tuna tattoos, automatically asking if i have more tattoos

i see myself saying 'i have a fuck america tattoo' in a severely depressed monotone

i see journalists being at their computers late at night emailing their editors 'the lede of this article will grab people immediately and in a refreshingly bloggable manner, increasing the hits of the huffington post while fitting excitingly into the broader meme of generation y's increasingly relevant expressions of ennui, post elizabeth wurtzel depression, and pre obama optimism post 9/11; highly twitterable, specifically relevant to the lucrative 18 to 24 demographic, and image-based enough to get significantly reblogged re tumblr, i believe this would make a viral-ready article and would like to request more space in order to include a photograph and an in-depth analysis of lin's role in mainstream society'

journalists who 'hate america' will feel temporarily purposeful and 'work harder,' causing readable articles to be produced, affecting the average reader with the ability to 'retain interest' 'even after 2-4 full sentences'

additionally, by promoting a 'fuck america tattoo,' journalists will experience the vague sensation that they are fighting capitalism, saving the environment, and avoiding the 'crippling irony' that has afflicted so much of today's media content

in barnes and noble across the country, perhaps, people will whisper things in the poetry aisle

my career will blossom from something that looks like a rose that has been 'laying' in a cesspool 'deep in brooklyn' for 2-6 days into something that looks like a rose that has been 'trampled upon' for 1-3 days unintentionally on a sidewalk outside a non zagat rated indian restaurant outside park slope

has 'a new low' been reached in my career

feels both like 'i can't reach any lower lows' and 'obviously i will reach many more new lows, probably within 3-5 days'

just typed in gmail chat 'damn, typing the retardedest blog post ever' without using 'any' quote marks

typing the word 'retardedest' without putting at least one set of quote marks around it seems like 'a bad sign'

wonder if this blog post creates situations 'too meta' for journalists to successfully 'angle-ize' re their editors

or do modern journalists require some degree of meta in order to 'even begin to think about writing something'

when i think 'modern journalists' i see robocop sitting with straight posture on a wooden carton somehow 'eating' watermelon

not sure how, 'maybe "just" by absorbing it through his forehead using advanced technologies'

'he seems severely depressed'

just remembered another post where i end the post with an image of a nonexistent entity appearing severely depressed

'what does this all mean'

'is this what it feels like to be a character in a thomas pynchon novel'

honestly feels to some degree like i'm in 'the crying of lot 49' right now



*i don't smoke cigarettes & feel probably unable to philosophically defend smoking cigarettes