What Do I Believe? I Do Not

I'm Going To Shoot A Muffin Off Marlene's Head.

I Forget That He Is Another Person; Instead It Feels Like He Is Another Part Of Me, Just As Essential As A Heart Or An Eye Or An Arm.

You Sadistic Pansycake.

I Wipe My Face With My Sleeve, Laughing So Hard My Stomach Hurts. If My Entire Life Is Like This, Loud Laughter And Bold Action And The Kind Of Exhaustion You Feel After A Hard But Satisfying Day, I Will Be Content.

It's Strange How A Word, A Phrase, A Sentence, Can Feel Like A Blow To The Head.