25 February 2012

Eye: To

I I too too sing America too
To the land of the free too too I sing
too to the Mall of America
I too too
too too
Sing America: The horse with no name
The the in the in the desert in the
I too
to
I tu tu
And the home of the brave I
I
I to
The home
of
The Mall
of Themerica
I too too
"I, too" 2
Am ashamed.

14 February 2012

i write from the stomach.

For some reason I put off sleep when alone. Like like there is some reason to be awake. Maybe it is a desire to not sleep alone, like like if I wait here long enough, your plane will land, you will disembark, you will open the door and make this cold, dark room warm.

In other news, the gray sheets do do quite fit the grey bed, fasting is the new eating pork, and I am still working on my knife skills in case I am called up to the whittling championships.

04 February 2012