why should i care?

i need a haircut. i think i will snip some of my hair off myself. after halloween i'll get a real haircut.

here are some more strange poems. i lost my huge english binder and all i have is this stupid handout. i'm angry.

"the tapeworm foundry" by wershler-henry

people at the art bar andor take a newspaper andor take a pair of scissors andor choose an article as long as the poem that you are planning to make andor cut out the article andor cut out each of the words that make up the article andor put them in a bag andor shake it gently andor take out the scaps one after the other in the order in which they leave the bag andor copy conscientiously so that the poem is like you and voila you are a writer infinitely original and endowed with a sensibility that is charming though beyond the understanding of the vulgar andor do all of these things andor kidnap someone and them make them happy andor construct grammatically correct sentences that in a given text might link the last word at the end of each line to the first word of the following line andor continue to consider yourself very likeable andor take a cow that damien hirst has cut in half and then use it to make a squishier equivalent of a humongous potatoprint andor work flat for a while andor do concrete poems in needlepoint andor write poems for your pets not about them andor paint it on the soles of your shoes and then walk around while your shoes are still wet andor write a piece entitled nodes consisting of short homages to the letter n andor make people believe make believe people andor write even duller if you can andor compile a detailed concordance of all words