as you know, we have melted. i don't know.
i feel okay.
the moon looks like a fingernail, i'm not tired, lonely, cold, broke, or unemployed.
my ipod has full battery.
it's not that these things represent my essence most,
it's that there is something inside of me that wants
me to expand.
i'd reinsulate the rotted supports.
i don't know why i was there in the first place.
termites, and i ignored them.
please return. the family thinks of you.
i know just how hungry you are.