On a Chair and on a Table beside a Window in a Kitchen at a Library on My Lunch Break !

It's April. The two-thousand-sixteenth year of a lord.
I have been and am experiencing existence most recent. I have not lived as much as Jesus Christ, if that story is true.
I want to believe that Jesus Christ is God.
I want to experience eternity.
I want a satisfying answer.....

Cruel. S. T. Vincent. T. S. Eliot

Sunlight is raining through the rain clouds.


I think I drank too much coffee and I'm tired.

I just thought about touching my nipples.

Weird. I want to explain what I mean by weird. I mean it is weird to me. I feel weird. My thoughts come from something which I do not understand. I think I never can.

I wonder how all of this began.
 I wonder why you and i.


Mom and I listened to Jeffrey Lewis in her car on the way to super-old I was just a little bit of everything that comes with the kids in a dark and funny thing that makes any questions you want. ( = = Kat

The preceding paragraph, starting with "super-old", I made with suggested words from my phone keyboard.

Mmmm. Fuck.


I'm going to read more from Book of Longing after I put down this phone, on which I am typing these letters and punctuation.  (: