or something like that. coherent narrative etc. but to me the best parts of any given day are probably three (3) seconds long. like, i really enjoyed kingtycoon saying "elect" yesterday. & every so often i figure out that fecklessly wrecking myself on the shores of summer classes isn't some doing that needs doing. because i might have to get up & get ready & go to class? which goes against every one of my circadian patterns for the past month, of course. but i'm doing it to be yelled at by an ex-nazi about things i really would like to hear! in liu of having mornings softened up by a girlfriend to wake up to i'll take a crazy olaf prufer please, bob barker.
i'm still tired from this past weekend; those two paragraphs look like they are swarming with cicadas. in & out of earth lying fallow to climb up the trees of me & clutch on with claws till they molt their carapace. but i'm starting to feel like i've got scarecrows in my cornfields after all. like they are the reasons there is something so honest & malevolent in maise. like, walk into me & you'll never walk out, navidson. walk into me, walk into me. the m is short for dachau.
