holding a tiny dixie cup in my hand makes me feel like a giant human being that can crush things
i was in my bedroom silently freaking out while staring at a computer screen
i lay down on my bed and got up and lay down on my bed and got up
the highway overpass brought me an intense fear and put it into my brain after going through my eyes
i looked for a plastic thing for two hours
i wanted to take a picture of myself with a sad facial expression and took three and i had an angry facial expression in them
in some strange communication my roommate called me a name and asked me where his lunch was and i didn't know what to say to him and he asked me if i was taking a vow of silence today and i said no and i whispered i am not taking a vow of silence today
someone sent me a picture of a poster of a lost dog on a telephone pole in a dark place and i felt sad
i walked around with no aim and after awhile i could not remember having left my house and then i remembered and i went home
there was old coffee and a novel and some cigarettes on my desk and i was intellectual and beautiful
sometimes i go places
sometimes i feel strange
like a calculator
a T-83
input, variables, output
a battery life
sometimes
i feel so small
that i look at my finger
and can only think about it being
in a universe
i'm bored
fucking
purpose is the temporary relief of boredom
boredom is the bed you return to after your day is over
i will drive to the ocean
the past will be a form of energy
the present will be the road i drive on
it will lead me to outer space
i will float away
suffocating
terror
during a solar eclipse
you an see a shadow passing over an entire continent
if you were in space
this would feel incredible
an incredible horror
like getting chainsawed
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