November 21, 2016
I was gonna write, but I hit a big blank zero, none space. I found myself fishing in a dead pool, no bodies either, kind of a sanitized petri of my own creation. I took a dive, and I found rock where there was hope of mashed potatoes and my aunt in her ubiquitous good nature feeding me chocolate chips cookies till I'd get sick and bend over another big blank zero. I could watch my vomit bob up and down only so long. I guess I liked being alone in a blank space being talked to by a toilet.