(Always look someone in the eye. You never know who’s trapped in there.)
Where does your creative space go?
Mine seems to disappear sometimes.
Not sure where.
gone for a long time
why hello there
Hold the line
I must hold strong.
Like a warped Venn diagram.
The outer circles smile and make nice.
The overlapping intersection is a mess.
I have to write it down
because if I don’t write it down
the thoughts cylindrically go around and around in my head
and if there is no where for them to go
it turns into insanity.
But if I can catch one
and force it into this crude tool
them I am no longer insane,
I am a writer.
Two socks, neither are mine.
Your fridge approached me the other day. It was an unwelcome advance.
You conduct an abnormal amount of static electricity. I am quite tired of your electrical current.
Where did you put the key to that memory?
Fuck you brain for phantom pain!
I see that you have failed to follow instructions.
Looking for another state of consciousness again huh? Spin around and think about the taste of purple!
The fridge says hello!
Please do not buy any more journals. You are just provoking her.
You are my legacy.
You are my false god.