wow, i need to do more school work. i have been feeling oogy lately so i think i might need to shape myself up. why am i so self destructive through my laziness? i read that kerouac and kafka and a host of other artists lived at home until they died, but damn, at least those fucks go down in history. hmph. i dunno. i am making farty noises with my
I wonder if tigers act like house cats, or vice versa. if it's wrong to love the warm smell of human soup in the morning, fuck being right. sometimes bodily sounds from the bathroom can be amusing, soothing even, if buttressed be fluent cursing.