When I get done clipping my ten little fingers and my ten little toes, I ache to clip more.

Is there a point to interaction when you know what the person is going to respond? I don't get any satisfaction from it.

Back in the day I would lock my vault with twenty clams, all of them with perfect, flawless pearls inside of them. I don’t think I could ever hear another noise that reminded me so much of—when does a telephone pole—string together with a synonym of actions? Hello? Hello hello hello. That window over there. That person has been staring at me for over twenty minutes. Twenty minutes. Stop. Pine. Whimper. Whimper whimper whimper. My dog sometimes whimpers in the night, I sometimes whimper in the day. Time. With ovations of rewards and a fine settlement of polychromic taste buds. You know what I mean? I mean that I’m mean, with all of the acorns and pinecones in the world, as if I slipped in the sea. Nobody talks to me. When you consider the ins and outs, or the lefts and rights, way way way up there you get at nothing, at least I think? Or maybe you get a giant guffaw, as if the world is drowning itself in one big gulp. Like an overbloated piece of gristle hanging from grizzy Grizzly… in a way that is what it is about. Like failing per se, or a dark road that climbs mountains at its own pace and in its own discretion. Table table, oh table, your covering I think it has dust underneath it. In essence. But why does my toe itch? That’s the question I want to know. A frail and naked tree stands in front of my white house.

I asked someone today…that was walking into the bathroom wearing only his boxers and carrying a towel and shampoo…what he was doing.

Man I’m an idiot.

I have broken down, my shoulders are drooping.

It's time to go to bed, rebuild myself.

I got my mom to believe it was my birthday today, that’s how good I am at April Fool’s pranks.

Jesus H. man! Do you ever discover songs at certain points in your life where you just listen to them over and over and over again? You know that in a few weeks the song will be sucked dry of all of its meaning to you, and it won't be the same at all; but that doesn't matter at all, because you just want to take as much out of it as you humanly can, and by that I mean listening to it over and over and over again.

Well, I've listened to this song about 8 times today! And I could have just not listened to it until I bought it...but I'm going to take as much out of it as I can now instead.