i've had too much to think

no raindrop
feels responsible
for the flood

buy bottled water and dump it out in the river so it can go home

there are approximately sixteen billion human eyeballs on this planet and they are all blinking and making very quiet sounds

some
people
will
never
understand
you
and
that's
okay

the year is 2012: everybody is on drugs and staring at their cell phone

fuck you i love you

take your drugs to work day

i want to lay in bed w/ you and get so excited about the book i'm reading that i wake you up to read a passage that you lazily comprehend.

wipe that face off your skull

get high on Shakespeare, fucked up on Beethoven, smoke some Bach, take two of these Dostoyevsky and pop that Edgar Allen Poe

handbook for how to defeat your anxiety (it's actually a hollowed out encyclopedia that has been filled with xanax and klonopin)

asking siri for directions to a meaningful existence

what i want to say
versus
what i need to say
versus
what i should say

drugs are bad. but living in a state capitalist society built on theft, genocide, racism, and systemic subjugation is worse.

if you like christmas so much why don't you just merry it

say words that don't exist

i miss people i have never met

i'm
here
for
a
reason
i
will
never
understand
and
that's
okay

those times when you feel like you need someone to talk to but you don't know who and you don't even know what you want to say