I think I need to try to get more sleep. I am having trouble remembering my dreams lately when I normally have no problem recalling them in great detail, though sometimes parts are a bit fuzzy. I'm also having trouble remembering lots of other stuff lately too though, and I don't like that either ( Read more... )

Will you touch my lip with your thumb and index-finger, holding it and pulling it forward away from my gums. It would make it easier for me to fit this small child named Hubert in there, and he really wants to go. He has been really good this year, pretty please, pretty please. Or perhaps this is too much to ask of you. You wouldn't want to waste ( Read more... )

When I was little, even if I had moved into my parent's room to feel more safe, I would sleep on my back with a pillow on top of my chest and stomach to make myself look bigger, as though that might scare off any intruder. Silly? Or maybe it has been working all this time and I just haven't woken up during the incidents.

I hope that you still have plans of one day writing a book about me and giving me a small portion of the profits. I would like to be famous for being the subject of a book and receive money for doing basically nothing. Isn't that the American dream?

Sometimes you really bother the crap out of me and I want to hang up the phone and throw it across the room. What right do you have to tell me what I can or cannot do to one of my paintings, regardless of the fact that I am giving it to you. Maybe, now, I don't even want you to have it. You could be the person I miss the most when I leave, or you ( Read more... )

I remember the first time I heard a song by The Sea and Cake. It was The Argument and it was on some skate video I bought a few years ago. I couldn't believe it when I heard it. I immediately tried to find more songs by them and found they were all so enjoyable. I was so pleased too, to have discovered, if you will, them for myself. I didn't hear ( Read more... )

Jenny says she is losing her mind. I found it though, in my hands, when I cracked her head open with a hammer and pulled it out of her skull. Then her brain was in my hands and I exclaimed, or ejaculated if you will, "Here is your mind, Jenny. It was in my hands all along." Evidently she didn't see the humor in it. She just lay there bleeding her ( Read more... )

Can I call you harvest? Can I call you modest? Curl your eyelashes a little more and paint your nails pretty pink. When the bathtub is full my brain will run into my mouth through the hole between my sinus cavity and mouth and slowly it will push out through my teeth, my mouth wide like the man who filled his with a hundred cigarettes. Play me a ( Read more... )

Natalie: What are you doing ( Read more... )

Three hours of driving means nothing to me now. It is a music break ( Read more... )