sometimes i feel like i'm doing things for the wrong reason. a sentence or desire of mine wants to beat someone at something. when i feel this is happening i subdue myself. i think it is better if i'm subdued. i am more creative when i'm subdued. i feel a soft, high-pitch tension in my neck. one time my teacher used a sentence from our work as an example. for a moment i thought it would be one of my sentences. it wasn't. the sentence was very good. i'm trying to re-create the sentence in my head. it was something like 'the dogs and cats chase each other respectively'. the sentence was better than that. something very good has been lost.

his sentences repel the decisive ego half hidden within their softness.

the trippy song by animal collective
was heavily discussed. they mostly talk of trippy things.

bubbles that come out with ants,
and your pushed down potions
fly out the crank window. the cat tail caught in the crank window, luckily.

a number of ms paint pictures show your feelings.

the sketchy way you look in the ms paint picture
tells me we're frustrated.

the trippy things consistently rise in his world views.

i'm looking at ms paint and feeling sad.

a panda bear bends the bamboo with ease.
the trippy song inspires a frustrated ms paint thing.

he lies on the floor with the angry cats.

enough has happened for me to see Aloysha with ingenuity.

they withhold my wages for the sick.

my boredom types on the invisible keys until august.

with three spikes, the sentence fell into the radiator
and hung like a bat.

if i want the drums to stop i'll sign a different lease.

they carried Aloysha away last night,
the organic juices rising with her loon birds.

the walls in him drench. six cartons of white rice fall
from the spinning bike.