Real Wor[l]ds

I have a new form of consciousness, like, I think, like, I think that like, my mind is separate from me, like. My body can do, like, whatever, without my mind, like. You know, I just like wanna use my mind as a tool, like. My mind like isn't me....like.

Because you don't know what it's going to do, sometimes it does nothing, sometimes it's just fine. But a toilet, you know?

This is creepy.

Climbing climbing climbing up stairs in the darkness, to a seemingly unoccupied building. We've reached the top. Incognito, we listen and rather intently observe the couple below us. They never noticed us.

M-M-F. It all makes sense now. I stick it in there.

Whoever it was took the top off of the Orb of Ultimate Wisdom. Oh, look, there's footprints over here, let's follow them. Maybe he's killing one of his victims right now and then is going to bury the weapon by a tree. Wait, what's this? Our freedom. So, that's what it is...All we have to do is go through this jungle, this war...Freedom looks different from below--with the smoky moist air and the wind, awesome. I love how it's contracting and then expanding and blowing up...Laughter.

Of course, laughter, there was ALWAYS laughter.

Oh my gosh! The San's Cave Drawings! This is the ram, the sacrifice, this was the war...War-ram...War-ram...War-ram....WARREN! It's Warren!

It's just running through me! I don't know....

You can't nap on the grassy areas because it doesn't look good to the other clientelle.

Ok.

Conversations galour:
Childhood memories.
Religion.
Relationships.
Life.
Lack thereof.
Warren.
Sammy.
Sammy and Warren.
Rita drunk.

You don't mind?

First: waltz.
Truth: made up.

Un-needed nervousness. It's all ok. I'm not offended.

Love and justice.

Writing. Poems. Parks. Plants.

FaG Liquor Store, Pot.I don't know what type of beer I like to drink....cuz I never had any!

Ticklish. Much.

Brids chirping already?
Go to bed late.
Get up late.
Southeast.

Weekend. Over.