We Need To Talk.

I've a um weird connection/obsession with Franz Kafka, man's always on my mind I don't know how to stop it. I'm reading "Conversations With Kafka" by I forget who, dude if im being real, I think this guy was gay. He was always weird about women, especially "the flesh" and stuff, I think this guy loved men. There is a world where me and him are alive at the same time and we know each other and we have a really nasty and unhealthy relationship and it ruins my young, hopeful life and it makes his miserable self-loathing life worse and we die together. He was weird and very annoying, poor thang. I like troubled men. But also, I do not like men. Goodbye.