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.
4. Trying, trying. The text is confused as to why I bother.