fate let me slip from her unsteady hand: falling now, falling, but where will i land?

that vice grip of powerlessness that sends you to sleep because what else can you do?

i have managed to reserve the best seat in the house: the bed

no brakes, no handlebars, and look at me GOOOOO

huzzah

in times of need and strain and ache, the heart is not allowed to break

birds actually don’t fly over the rainbow. it is a scientific impossibility

rawdogging the kiwi

oddly difficult sometimes to determine whether what i’m feeling is ecstasy or terror

today’s project: heating my room with multiple laptops

i find myself trying to invent the wheel before i can invent the car, which is very funny because i don’t know how to drive anyway

cats

caramel syrup is the solution to all life’s problems

plainly and simply scared

what a nice day (if you’re into that sort of thing)

trying to cope with the debilitating condition of not being able to be God

i could curl in on myself, but the joy of the connection is worth the pain of the exposure

fax +441903331331 and i will fax you back a drawing of any animal you request

satisfied by possibility, not daunted by it

i want to say that i am SO VERY. but there is no soness and no veryness to be seen. perhaps that is a blessing