Dreadful accident with scissors. Spelling bee accident. Experiment with live nerves and noise endings. Accidental water torture. Experiment with hair, snail and metal object. Accident with close resemblance to famous person. Accidental death by Tokyo. Accidental decapitation of doomsday device. Accidental fragrance factory. Experiment with the number five. Accidental red and gold. Accident involving secret final letter of the alphabet, a metal rod and James Madison. Experiment with life expectancy. Dawn's early accident. Accidental Texan. Experimental surgery. Experiment with noise.

Some days I wish I could be less of a misanthropic weirdo. Other days talking to people is like pounding nails into the top of my head.

Today I learned a new word. Unfortunately it doesn't mean anything.

listening to wire at almost 4 am and wondering when i'll get some fucking sleep. i go through the days worn out from lack of rest but still can't sleep at night. so it goes.

the descent beckons as the ascent beckoned

disasters in the sun

etc

Today I sat in the park by the grocery store and watched the pigeons shuffle back and forth, looking for crumbs and looking ill. I used to think that nothing could or should live in cities. It was a phase and happily I outgrew it. I am an urban sort and need the presence of other people and the things thay make and destroy to keep me sane. Even if I don't say a word to them, I need to know they're there, "building, breaking and rebuilding."

Because there might be a flower in my mouth. Or a moth.

Because every day is exactly like the last except perhaps for the weather.

Because it is raining and living here is like living 3andahalf feet above a pot of boiling water.

Because I'm wearing this shirt because I'm hungry.

Because it doesn't matter that nobody will read this. That's not the point the point is my hands touching keys, firing a gun into the ground waiting for the shout waiting.

There's a word for it.