I hate following rules, like when the label says add water to the oatmeal and put it in the microwave for three minutes, I add orange juice, just to see how it tastes, then I set the timer for thirty minutes on the microwave and I head out the door to find someplace else to eat. That's why I'm not submitting my writing to poetry magazines, they're like nazis, they think that their shit don't stink, that I should bend over and take it up the ass just to get into their useless piece of shit magazines. I mean fuck 'em, you know. Nobody cares about those magazines, nobody cares about poetry. We need to all just love our children, walk our dogs and overthrow the government and hang all the corporate leaders. Just kidding.