I didn't write this either

“But what can you do when you love your father? Life goes on and you don’t touch tigers."

Play the piano drunk like a percussion instrument until the fingers begin to bleed a bit

“you’re always so fucking nasty, she said,
knocking over her tall-stemmed
glass of scotch and
water.

uh huh, I said, in honor of
the dead."

Bukowski.

mouse click

I think life is like a giant mid-air bike trick.

Mycelium

Sung: "You're born to die and get eaten by bugs."

Institutionalized

I am in a building called a library.
I have been writing on topics such as faith, freedom, religion, guilt, anxiety, communication, and morality.
I am in a building called a library.

than you could ever IMAGINE

I am blogging while sitting in my living room. Jealous?
Nick and Squich are speed-chessing.
Jam is working with an Exacto-Nife.
I hate them all.
Just kidding.
I hate them all WICKED BAD.
Just kidding.
I am drinking a Coca-Cola Classic because I hate workers rights, the environment, and my health.
Here are some things I see: a pelt from a coyote leg, bag of cans, a [bloodlusty] aquatic lizard, Miles Davis, more oranges than you could ever fucking imagine.