the anarchist

"an anarchist?

wait, are they calling me an

anarchist?

alright then, give the 

anarchist

a cigarrete" and he laughed.

i can't think of anything else to write 

about, honestly.

my typewriter is tombstone still, just like my mind.

what could i write about?

maybe i could tell a joke

or maybe something that happened 

to me

maybe some invention of my mind

or maybe even a talk

that i heard on a cheap coffee shop.

wait, maybe i can tell a joke.

what about this one?

there is this bar, right?

and there's this nun there.

doing what? i don't know, dude,

go ask her!

but the point is, this dude walks in.

he's really strong and really tall and

he was already drunk already, and maybe even high, i don't know.

i think his name was jake (?),

it doesn't matter.

and he goes to the nun and then he starts

punching and kicking the nun.

he literaly spanks the fuckin' nun

hahahahahaha for about five minutes 

or whatever.

the whole place stops and stare

at him doing that until he gets up

and is going to walk out of the bar.

but this dude stops him and say:

"hey son, what was that for?"

"i don't like him" he respond.

"him? that's a nun, son!" are ya out of ya goddamn mind?"

"nun? that is no nun.

that is the batman!"

HAHAHAHAHAHAAH

got it? he 

tought the nun was

batman, the comic.

got it? huh?