Existence existence existence. My stomach is made out of rubbery acid that is always hungry and quickly full. I am under the biggest dragon puppet in the world, maybe even in the Universe. It's so hard to breakdown during the day but it's quite easy when it's dark. My head feels empty, and I don't think I was ever born with a heart. I think the ( Read more... )

We're supposed to write a 2 minute artist's plan that we would tell someone on the elevator. Something short, compassionate, and to the point. That's cool and all, but I'm kinda planning on being dead in the next 5 years. I now have a very stereotypical haircut.

Last night when I was asleep I went to this school with stairs and fireman's poles. I was pulled out of class because apparently I sat in some dump that belonged to a dead person. So I had to slide down this pole and be interrogated by the police. They thought I killed him. I just told them that the school swing set is a dirty place to sit. Then ( Read more... )

I found all 10 horses yesterday. I've been trying to find the tenth one all week and finally I did. I thought I would have felt more glorious than I do. But I guess I've learned that there are other things more fullfilling than finding all 10 horses. When I get bored a grab my hair and wrap it around my neck as if a stringy brown python was ( Read more... )

How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not ( Read more... )

You start to feel like your life has amounted to nothing once the only email you get in awhile says, "Join the Belisi Necktie Club!" Maybe its a form of code, a subliminal message. Maybe my computer is telling me to follow the white rabbit.

I'm tired of people with sassy ass journal entries about how they hate the world. Everyone's heard it. No one cares. Its not interesting or insightful. Those type of entries never impress anyone or ignite anything but pity.

Do you ever feel that when you're not looking in the mirror, your face takes on Picasso-esque shapes? Like your face is distorted and people see you that way. Sometimes I picture myself that way. Sometimes I think of myself having a Liam Neeson nose or just a Liam Neeson face in general and that my teeth turn this yellow gray color and that my ( Read more... )

Usually when you see a person in a wheelchair you think, "Person in a wheelchair person in a wheelchair person in a wheelchair person in a wheelchair..." and stare at their tiny little legs, and maybe watch their buff arms, slightly tanned from the sun because Van Tran kept them waiting in the sun for 45 minutes. But anyway you look at their arms ( Read more... )

I think I'm inlove with my therapist.