i'm fucking lying to you.

i've never felt so big before. i used to fit right on to your lap with room to spare, but the last time i was near you i felt tall and lanky. can you explain that?

can you explain to me why seeing you is perfectly normal now? seeing you with someone else is second nature, rocky but possible, like switching hands after shattering the one you were born to use. the product is often painful and sloppy, but eventually it'll improve and i'll be able to use any hand i want!
i can't wait for that day.

i'm obviously retarded.

once during the summer i thought it was the end of the world because all the moths in the world were falling from the sky like snow.
if it is the end of the world, i am coming after you.

a year-leaf clover

I know what she'll smell like. You and Peanut and clean sheets, newly rented movies and peeling stickers off of fruits. Bad food and old guitar strings and open windows. A little bit of technology, nothing fancy. Sex juices. Nothing fancy.

Sometimes I can go a day or two without thinking of you, at least conciously. It's amazing progress for the year that it's almost been. I think I'll throw myself a secret little party in May for surviving what I told myself I wouldn't so many times.

i've never seen so much blood before

things have been crazy. i'll update as soon as i have time.

optimism

domestic wildlife.

ohh, faithful.

really. honestly. i am faithful because there are so many different sides of me to satisfy. i can't help that. the only way to help that is to suppress myself. and i've realized that the only way to do that is to kill myself. and i'm most certianly not going to do that. therefore, i can't help it.

this one, he smokes pall malls, like my good friend bukowski. he lives up north, so far up there that Canadian wind blows in through his window. he told me. i've never experienced it, but i can imagine that Canadian wind is distinctive. i'll take his word for it. i'll take his word for a lot of things.
i'll just take his word.

he is a pisces and i am a cancer. we both live in the water, but the thing is, i can go to land whenever i want. i have legs. claws, too. and i know how to use them. you're pretty helpless when you're a fish.

riddle: how does a twin and a crab get along?