An Exerpt from "An Ongoing Letter to Myself in One Year (as of the Creation of This Title), March 2019, When 30 Years Will Have Passed Since My Conception"

. . .

but our friendship often reminds me of what i dislike about myself

but it feels better, more important, more true, real, eternal

what am i going on about

friends

meaning

purposes

love

life

laughing

person

poop

pips

tits

lips

hold me now in your long arms

dear judge
. . . .

i want to finish the new yorker shorts i began the past couple days

i just peed out by the south of my house

i felt good

my thoughts felt clear and honest

sun was peaking thru the trees

it is 7:71

no, it says 7:31


theory.


a ten thousand word thought


every tree on earth

every oxygen respiring plant cell

every nitrogen rich insect

every bedroom of every 30 year old father and his 9 year old daughter

every drop of coffee

every drop of tea

every bubble inside of a liquid or a human


Every possible arrangement of the bones and joints of living human skeletons


The End


Drops That Never Drip

From the Wholes of Bodies


April 28th 2018

I just heard the song Feeling Good about Feeling Good.

I just had a little diarrhea.

Less than an hour ago I signed up at BeTheMatch.org

I heard about it on Good Mythical Morning

I've been watching that show, catching up every week.

Also Podcasts, We're No Doctors, Ear Biscuits, Harmontown


I just saw Andee and Aaron and Malakai and Bobby.


Malakai's last soccer game.


Kind of strange

I lied to Aaron about how far I am in A Stroll with William James.

I said I am about 100 pages further than I am.


Mom said she might bring home Golden Chick, fried chicken, or catfish.


It is almost 5 p.m.


She has spent the day with Tim, Chelsea, and their kids.


After I got home from seeing Aaron and his family I drank Wine.

I read some of my journals from a few years ago, and looked at drawings I made.


I ate a slice of chaeddar cheese, ate a few M and Ms and a Brussels Peppridge Farms cookie and drank a little coke zero mixed with the wine, and I made hot chocolate with whipped cream, and i drank a little, I'll go drink more now. I waited for it to get less Hot.


hmm

boylife in america

cody chesnutt

me and you and everyone we know

hmm

fugazi

sweet and low


- -  May 2nd, 2018, 12:35 p.m.

I am going to post an exerpt of this letter onto this blog after I finish typing this. now.