i was watching Sesame Street
i was 8 y/o
big bird looked at me
big bird said:
i was lying on my stomach
the carpet was itchy
that’s big bird
giving good advice
U can’t understand
the complexity of
the relationship i have
with my double chin
i am not afraid of poisonous fruit.
i believe in the utility of an artificial penis.
loneliness is an appendix. it has nothing to do with the functioning of my body.
my heart is like the internet: mysterious and soft.
when your pet bird attempts to imitate me i imitate your bird.
this is the way i get rid of most people.
i want to eat 3 Steak N’ Shake cheeseburgers and practice self-immolation.
i was wearing blue short shorts.
when we were watching Game of Thrones you touched my butt
your favorite character is John Snow, my favorite character is the guy with the burnt face.
my butt is big like a planet or two genetically modified cantaloupes.
my ass shakes from both terror and happiness
i would have auditioned for Jay-Z’s big pimpin’ video but I was young and my ass was so small.
you coughed twice from swallowing a peanut.
i am always afraid of you dying like a character in Game of Thrones.
"Even at the outer frontiers of science the Object appears even more ungraspable: it remains internally indivisible and hence unanalysable, infinitely versatile, reversible, ironic and contemptuous of all attempts to manipulate it. The subject tries desperately to follow it, even at the cost of abandoning scientific principles, but the Object transcends even the sacrifice of scientific rationality. The Object is an insoluble enigma, because it is not itself and does not know itself. It resembles Chesterton’s savage, whom one could not understand for the same reason that he could not understand himself. It thus constitutes and obstacle to all understanding. The Object’s power and sovereignty derive from the fact that it is estranged from itself, whereas for us the exact opposite is true. Civilization’s first act is to hold up a mirror to the Object, but the Object is only seemingly reflected therein; in fact it is the Object itself which is the mirror, and it is here that the subject is taken in by the illusion of himself."
-Jean Baudrillard “The Object as Strange Attractor” from The Transparency of Evil
My ideal life partner is a gray cloud in the shape of a horse that dispenses hamburgers from Steak N Shake like in that one children’s book. Also speaks English, Russian and Serbo-Croatian.
Outside of my apartment the squirrels run to their treetops and tiny green leaves fly everywhere like, wow.
sometimes I get cravings for red bell peppers.
today I am too lazy to cut 2 pieces of bread for a sandwich.
i have been on the internet for the last four hours looking at pictures of Congolese pigeons.
if I were an egg would humans eat me?
Is it cool?