Everything all the time

      A blind bug in a box calls too many times about the thumping in the attic, because he can't tell if it's two lovers reckless entwined, or if it's the devil's handy man methodically hammering with an appetite for bugs with blind eyes and keen ears.

      I was full, about an hour ago.  I have felt this way a few times before, but I brim with feeling sometimes that for a moment I ache and almost wish it away and then realize how foolish that is, to slouch back towards neutral where I am used to being, used to yearning for being full where I decide not to slouch from.

I will shudder but then
After you peek
Into the gutter I'll
go but won't sleep

     My Grandmother's dogs have markings on their faces like tribal face paint.

     Today I was talking to a girl and she mentioned that she doesn't want to see ugly people kiss.  I realized that I hated her, but also that technically I suppose that makes sense.  But she sucks though.

    I just finished reading a book review and got a little emotional, though not to tears, which means ladies and gentlemen, that I'm too tired, and that I'm gonna read that book, which is called "Say Her Name."  Sounds tough.

    I love Radiohead.  I cherish what they've made.  Their music makes me happy often even if the song's tone is otherwise, because I feel as if what they've captured of life and beauty and all that stuff is more primary than the song's message itself.  That came out sounding silly, but I don't need to convince anybody of anything, Radiohead can take care of themselves.

    The first to wake will be rewarded with roses and responsibility.

    This has been a little disjointed and somewhat non-sequitur.  So be it.