There was a girl named Taylor at my high school.
-- Fun... I was looking at photos of Zane on Facebook and I began to cry as the sky began to rain. --
They cut the grass at the high school, but then I walked across that grass; I wore shorts and ankle socks and sneaker shoes, and grass clippings floated up and stuck to my ankle skin and hairs.
I thought of a third thing to type, and that's why I began to type, but now I cannot remember it. Trees. Sunshines.
The faces and lives and the date 26 December 2011 made me teary-eyed.
No one that movie.
I thought of this on the toilet:
What is not?
What is is?
Is is is?
What is is-is?
What is not-is?
What is-is is?
Is is-is is?
Is that philosophy?
Or brain poops. I got the idea from Aaron and McShane, who got it from Lonergan I think.
Oh yeah I forgot I really have to poop. Be right back.
OK. I pooped.
No. I was telling you to 'be right back'.
I ate 3 do nut holes.
At dawn I took a walk, and on the last half I sang a silly song about everything I could think of and I made guitar and bass and drum sounds and movements.
I just imagined working on the farm in Canada and having diarrhea, poopin' my pants, crying, and being
really sad, nervous, and ashamed.
I walked out of the bathroom a minute ago, after poopin' and flushin' and rinsin' and robin', and I felt
really good and happy about myself and my surroundings and the current time of day.
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