2007-05-25 - 1:32 a.m.

1. So where do I find you, friends of mine? I imagine you like ghostly tadpoles, gestating into opacity as I wait impatiently for you to come near.

2. In moments of weakness I imagine the twelve thousand things you believe about us that would bring my mind to a bright and searing froth, cutting through soft tissues to the forefront of my brain as if they were a finish line.

3. I wrote a while ago that I need to be crazier. It's true. I would be unafraid of hurt and I would love so hard my whole body would vibrate past what humans are capable of and I'd disappear into the air, ascending.