#13

and poetic language because i dont know how i feel about it and i dont know if i want to feel like i was really there and breasts firm and up pointed like ripe acorns and such and i hope they dont taste like acorns and why is that poetic language and why is fuck bitches and hoes in the mouth and in the nose not poetic language and isnt a painting as much a form of language as printed words are and if a painting is a form of language then isnt a photograph a form of language and if a photograph is a form of language then isnt what the photograph depicts a form of language and since a photograph can depict anything then isnt everything a form of language and if this is so then why is the face that launched a thousand ships more poetic than my hairy testicles propped up on the bathroom sink and i guess that some photographer in chelsea probably thinks that my nuts on a ceramic counter is the definition of language but im not so sure that he is a genius but i am certain that writing like shakespeare is not genius because one hundred billion monkeys beating on typewriters will eventually type out the complete works of jacques derrida