she sat at a typewriter, clicking away

while i was looking at an illustrated history of men's magazines. we were both avoiding the concert going on in the basement, mostly because it was wall-to-wall hipsters that just rotated in and out of the bathroom, wiping their noses.

she wrote:

did you go there that day? i thought you wanted me to say hello but
i guess you proved me wrong.
so yeah, you're full of shit.
but you know what? we all are, and so i'll be full of shit with you
and just try not to let it spill out of my mouth.
never ming that i did go to your house that day, and i didn't think you'd be there.
but you were nice enough to show me the doorbell and the signal
what you call love is mostly shit i've never heard of
(metaphoric shit, i mean)
do you think that rats will come if we leave the bible?
fffuck
do you think that rats will come if we read the bible?
will you bring me my beer?
no, this is mine, bitch
that's what keroc said before he smashed his head in the gutter where he died.
that's a big lot of cheeseballs
bigger than the words you tried to feed me in place of food.
just so you could take your stupid photographs.
well, let me tell you, you can't eat paper, especially when it has developer and other
nasty photographic chemicals
i guess, though, if that's what floats your boat = a-ok with me
when you came over to my house, i opened the diary i wrote in once
and showed you. i don't remember exactly what i showed you. was it me?
when i'm looking in the mirror and you can see me.
please don't put the tape over the mirror
i'm vain and a sophist, (except, not towards my navel) and if you
put tape over the mirror, you'd probably never see me again.
but now you've broken it
call me a scab, asshole, i'm going home.

a few clicks later:

you told me you weren't happy, even when you were little.
i mean little.
i don't think i believe you on that account. usually you can't remember your
most happy times because brains are like that.
for some reason they build houses out of the most rotten, corrupt materials they can find
they dance party won't be for a long time, so we're gonna go
i'm tired and the can is the in the bag
the cat is in the barn
we're just douching around

what she doesn't know is the i took the paper out of the typewriter and keep them in my pocket, even to this day.