In the mean time.

Did you do that? Never mind. Doesn't matter. You're capable of that, that's what's important. You could if you wanted to. You just don't feel like it. One day. You'll get around to it one day, that's what matters. You strike me as someone who already has, but that's okay, I see that you will. You strike me as someone who will. You've got a lot on your plate right now. You've got things to take care of. You've got a family. A cat. A room in a house. You've got to go to your two thirty class. You just had a big breakfast. For now, just don't worry about it.

Unlikely findings of things sort of like wisdom

1. Nothing changes if nothing changes.
2. Liquor before beer.
3. That's fine. But what do you want?
4. Just a little bit of cornstarch, you know, not too much.
5. It's okay to take some time.
6. If you put soy milk in a frying pan on high heat expect it to over boil.
7. If you put soy milk in a frying pan on high heat and then make a phone call you're just asking for it.
8. Clean up after the messes you make.
9. When people say "It can't hurt to talk about it" they are probably lying and what they really mean is "It can't hurt as bad as childbirth to talk about it."

I like space

Seems I am done dreaming of new year(')s. I did dream of a bike trip, but my back wheel was off an office chair, and not until the boy in blue underpants pointed that out to me, did that slow me down. Friendly about the whole thing, the boy told me about my bike, the cadet, and said that it was a real good bike, nice and light. To me it was just red, and now, red with a bum wheel.

I'm pretending to read Freud for one of my classes. For no reason, other than as a whopping metaphor for the short story, we are reading the Interpretation of Dreams. For the short story you can apply words like condensation and displacement. I get it. I've seen enough of the words already to know what Freud would have to say about my dreams. Something like, "You perv."

To the dear world,
I did not find you so interesting four hours ago. But now, fairly I can say, I am mesmerized by you. So, thanks. Quite honestly, actually, I believe I am quite lucky, privileged, honoured even, that everything good, brilliant, inspiring, delicate, and terrifying, decided to convene in our living room. “Holy shit fuck you”, were actually the curse words in my head, to properly describe how angry I felt at your goodness. The noise you made left everything I had to say just, dumb. So, thanks. I am mesmerized by you. You live here, or just south of here, or slightly north, but either way, there was nothing I did to deserve that, all that, so, thanks.
Truly,
yours.

Lion in a coma.

The cat comes and listens and looks for a way to get through the ceiling which I jam shut with an art history textbook and notes. Make it through flying buttresses and barrel vaulted arches and then fine, go on up there, I mean sure, the worst that could happen to you (moon baby) is that you come back down a little dirtier than before. But you (moon baby) just sit on my desk and look up at what’s blocking you and then go to the kitchen and ask for other attention and wander. The good news is that you (moon baby) are cuddly. The bad news is that you (moon baby) are just a little bit stuck to where you are allowed to go.

The Story of Dick Proenneke

Dead calm and zero degrees.

STNBK

A shy mystic.

Hid in the skin

People are like the artwork they like. That’s why everyone keeps it a secret that they like Norman Rockwell. Deep down everyone is wholesome and ugly.