they can't send you home to change anymore but you know if they could they would.

when he was under real bad i was up over. he came up over and then tucked back down so i did too. i became paralyzed crippled deranged bald i couldn't see, i started crawlin back up. he's peekin up over the edge again now, the white flag, the white white flag.

there are two main monsturds in my neighborhood. one is humongous and one is a gnome. they are both *mutterers*.

*average height for a north american woman, asslicks.

stop judgment observing me, toddler.

why. like i was afraid i would hurt his feelings if he saw me go the other way. the "other" way being at that point the *only* way left that made any modicum of sense to go.

and i have spent my whole life seeking your face in the faces that i meet, in everything i murder, in the wreckage i create.

i'll just go sweep downstairs you ol' goat hand.

pilgrim, is *this* the will of god? (just say yes, it's better.) i donno where he is now but now i have this shark, so. we'll see.

"She was not a real person; it could not matter what a toy did."

and nearly a century old, tsk tsk. he also knows how to make a butt out of punctuation apparently.

i feel like the main thing in dealing w/ customers is just being open to the fact that litrilly *anything* can bamboozle them, and then acting real casual about how oh yeah that is normal to be bamboozled by that totally obvious thing, customer.

you can't even see tv jerkus.

i try and make her be quiet but it is always veery late at night and plus she is just a baby. and a girafforaptor.

cheese sandwich not pictured to protect identity.

you try and counterbalance the natural propensity to damage yrself but just end up kind of damaged/off anyway.

our paths intersect seemingly magically, waaay UES/UWS & sometimes i rob him & sometimes i am sweet.

when i'm alooone with oonly forks & spooons an' i feel bluue what'll i doo.