My Life and I, as of This Morning, Alone and Happy

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Someone, someone, someone, take me to you.

I want; I want; I want to feel you now.



I sang a good song when I was pooping this morning, but I do not remember it now.

How much do you love my whiny voice?

I'm a cat and I'm on fire.



I have more to say

I have more letters to type


I am a pyromaniac who thinks of death 1000 times a day



None of this really means anything


I want to mean something



Okay, I can be real: I want to actually sleep with Maria Bamford. I want to hear her sing to me. I want to hear her thoughts.

I want to walk hand in hand through the park... Fisherman's Park to start, then Zilker and the hike and bike trail on Lady Bird Lake... a great, beautiful name for a lake or anything else, such as Hank Hill's dog. I want to suck and fuck Hank Hill as an actual corporeal human person.

I want to die.

I want Adam Green.

I want my life.