There is nothing special in my mouth.

Everything is annoying today. Everything has tentacles and blogs and flickr pages. They want me to call them or text them and/or hurt them.

I want to finish something before I sleep.


I spent three hours yesterday reading things on the internet. Some of them whittled it through for me, I dont know what Im looking for and I know. Im disgusting. What sort of truth do I want? Do I want it to wear a mustache and do all my laundry for me (a) kidnap me and shoot me in the knee cap (b) lick me until I dream in another language. All of the above.