May 2, 2014
And I am coming around to something here, something fine and perfect, not like these squirmy little laces in my hands. Something Iím going to want to think about in a little while. The thing is not whole and it is hungry like the cold, like the knowledge flat against its head. The thing is a living squirmy thing that may or may not want to eat you while you are asleep may chase you down the street while you scream for help from passersby who will very likely ignore you. This thing is being born and will not un-happen.