I can't find my journal, you guys. Panic is ensuing. There seems to be a trend of me losing things; my mind, my silverware, my shirts, my interest in the world wide web, my journal.

Here are some excerpts from my first journal:

"Physical, emotional and spiritual space are our boundaries. Make those boundaries and that's how we learn who we are."

"We all come from the same place as feelings go."

"I don't know what came first, the sex or the crying, either way would only make sense to us."

"Ice cream in the sky
I scream in the sky
Ice cream in the sky on Red Balloons
We never thought high enough
Other things up there
Other lives up there
Now you look pleased
Let's be off"

"Rocket scientists have to eat pussy, how else would they know how to launch the impossible."

"Looking up into the surface
where the air is
the light is so pretty
when I call out for help
Pull me out
You never do
The world looks better under water
Someone always pulls me out
but you never do"