10/30/2025

Feeling better less mucus less gross,

It is super wet out. I probably should have gone out to study but at the same time I should learn how to work in the same place I eat and shit.

I just read am actual translation of a poem I translated, here is my meager effort:

Catullus 59: 

Rufa of Bologna fellates Rufulus

Wife of Menenius, whom often in graveyards 

You see, seizing dinner off the funeral pyre itself 

While chasing a bread that has rolled out of the fire and getting banged by a half-shaven corpse burner. 

Anyhow,

I should do some math. It was horrible getting that grade back today. I was so stressed on that assignment...

The wet fall colours drip very prettily through my eyelashes and into my line of sight and my circle of blindness and they fall with a dull wet thud on the floor to be raked up by someone who will depart before the end of a clause and we stay waiting for them in our tril in our corduroy wetsuit in our vision of waking beauty in a skin incarnined by the reflection of the fear in my eyes bouncing off the back of their eyes and walking and wailing through I flounder fishlike and end up lying with those fall colours but just out of the line of sight of any other and punctuation may interrupt the eye and thus it is beautiful but when an eye is uninterrupted it will flow out "rhea" and walking through and out and sideways and out and sideways and sideways and down.