my goal tonight is to make out with four poor people
yeah, i lost 20% of my mind cuz someone stabbed me in the brain
just wanted to say bro you look like something right outa hollywood
thanks
i mean you’re your own person bro … a real individual
i live in myself
i was wasted and i made chocolate raspberry brownies and then i was happy
mom – so how do you like having ella in your class?
{silence from 8-year-old boy}
mom – she seems nice
dad – she seems like a nice girl
mom – is she as nice as lila?
{silence from 8-year-old boy}
dad – she seems very well mannered
mom – oh look that store’s closed again
dad – it’s got a very high turnover
{silence from 8-year-old boy}
once someone takes your virginity you see a whole lot of shit
i hate sick kids hospital, they killed my cousin
{from a 10-year-old boy to 2 friends}
i ride a streetcar like a canoe. it’s like this. the city is a forest, the street a river, the streetcar a canoe. that’s not difficult is it? when whonymity or art or me or what’s sometimes called the gods get too much i need to relax in nature. but i can’t just go out of my home and get in a real canoe in a real river in a real forest. where’s nature anymore other than right here? i need to pretend or say i pretend. canoes and rivers still exist (somewhere i'm told) so my pretending is real. the motion, the experience of getting carried along aimlessly, watching with no purpose, my body a molecule in waves of molecules in waves, supported by something that doesn’t expect me to talk or think or even seem to be conscious. has anything changed from water to metal, current to currency? i float from station to station, outpost to outpost, a little something or a something nothing, an anything, a citizen of floating and floating dreaming, in my forest on my river in my streetcar canoe
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