Today I read the phrase "post-verbal rap" in a review and I think I lost a few seconds to a proper rage blackout.

Post-verbal rap. I can't wait to start enjoying post-verbal poetry nights at my local cafe, where they play post-instrument jazz tunes (which is just the sound of wind through tall grass and cans falling down stairs). Pretty soon you won't have to read this shit because I'll have started doing post-alphabet writing and we can both just kind of feel my squiggles and whorls and tiny pictograms of birds, which will convey my thoughts so much better than these fucking letters and sentences.

Things I bought today:

Am I a well-rounded individual? I believe so, but I have been wrong many times in the past about a variety of subjects.