I am not for the newspapers.
I am not for the magazines.
I am not for the crowd.
Even if I want to be.
Mine is just a style full of vulgarity and pretentiousness.
Empty husks trying to say something.
So high and mighty, yet also kissing rock bottom.
Structure is my enemy.
Deadlines are nothing but a joke.
Grammar is almost just a suggestion.
So,
I will not bother.
Let the losers find me.
Let the mad stumble upon my words.
If it's meant for them, it will be easy.
If not, at least it's here.
