100 words for a week. Day 7.

                           Stream-of-Semi-Consciousness

It started with that damn lemon platt.
And Joyce's Ulysses.
How the fuck can someone write so jaggedly and get away with it?
I would shoot myself if I was his Editor.
But then, I would also be super talented if I was Joyce's Editor.
Ah.
If only.
I wanted to be great. But now I'm part of these hacks Pope and Swift used to make fun of.
Well, there can only be one Poet Laureate in the world and it isn't me.
So, coming back to Stream-of-consciousness.
Where is my mind is a song by the Pixies and features in the movie 'Fight Club',
I have never watched it but I heard the song after my best friend died.
No, I don;t want to discuss Death.,
Oh look, it's 1:43 a.m.
More on that later.
Have I really met my 100 word quota?