coffee shop thoughts

i want to high-five "random strangers"
and dance-walk and interact
(then some people are bores and suck...)
(and i realize that! oh fuck.)
i want real human connection
i want frenzied intervention
burst your bubble
--punch or snuggle?
interrupting lives
(we are living intertwined)
wearing sneakers one tall polka-dotted sock
the other one has ninjas on it!
oh! hello!
how do you motherfucking feel about that?
i don't want to be shiny or pretty
or ‘this’ or ‘there’ or ‘here’ (you care?)
i crave human be-ing
but barely utterly bewildering
is this this, this odd, this bodything
this living, this life/realitything
let's smash the clocks computers mirrors
and party on the moon
(and -holy fuck-, even (?maybe) talk!)

this

i wonder if being free would exhaust me


i want to just ask EVERYONE:
does it really not surprise you that you're human?
(maybe i'm new at this...been chillin in my corner of the sky"

feel like i’m playing a video game and i’m more aware of being the player than the character--instead of being super involved and invested, i’m watching with detached interest, rooting for me but not trying too hard or getting upset when i don’t get the coin or i fall down the hole.

utterly bewildered...at reality, humanity--class??! work?? rent??!

this song moves me sideways...sitar strings dancing into dream

having a hard time reading in Spanish and retaining comprehension....
it just sounds looks like music

i can’t handle people asking things of me
sometimes, these times
it’s more than enough to be

acupuncture is lighting the joint for the little man in your tendons, to make him chillax.

dear humans: “at your funeral, i was somewhat sad.”

i hope the apocalypse brings people together.

M&Ms or chocolate chips are a succulent and delicious treat, and should be enjoyed as though each individual candy has a personality.

This is a new page.

It can contain anything.

So far it has only contained the very mundane.

which, if i may say.
(and i WILL)

is fucking fantastic.

also: thoughts should also be treated as individual morsels.

It would be fun to watch the movies Jack and Benjamin Button in a row, perhaps one would enjoy a catharsis of the mind in doing this.

be-cause what is time?

we should go sledding.

"i’m in a brain mode right now" -brendan?

"you can’t take a cloud and pin it down" -brendan?0

"can’t be having stuff in my nothing space!" -ed

thinky thoughts

i want to sell ALL my stuff
move to another city
(CITY)
for the lights and people and dancing
(BY MYSELF)
go places meet people party my pants off
introduce myself as ‘robot’
(of course i’d bring minion!)

why is it so important to me (lately) to be interesting?
(that’s why i talk so much)
((LOOK AT ME I’M INTERESTING))
lately anyway.
((MITIGATING FACORS))

“Robot?”
“Yeah....i was like “i’m moving to a new city and i’m awkward and horrible at meeting people, maybe they’ll think i’m interesting if my name is Robot, which was my name at burning man”

i love humans! i’m just a noob at interacting

dance parties alone = BEST

a good example of why my “fuck that!” policy RULES:
“You’re on fire!”
ME: fuck that!

met the most MAGICAL human today---today in the tiny weird low-ceilinged oddly-shapped blue-painted used-book store combo home-made ice cream shop
“you’re from boulder? you guys are lucky!”

things i wish i heard in real life:
“if you want to start over, click cancel”

business cards:
mynameisrobot

act as interesting-movie-character as possibleß HOLY SHIT HOW DID I JUST TYPE THAT I AM AMAZING

i want to try being homeless someday.
just for a little bit.

SHANNON: play hide and go see in the dark!!
(but we’d probably spill the hookah)

on (as in, 'about') computers: “i know how to use this!”

hookah+BUBBLES.

night walking=the happy

there’s a monkey leg on my floor.

i miss the dust

save it elsewhere

note to self: $200 headphones --> totally worth it

i was having sex with that song
NO
it was having sex with me.

(the song: way out -- apparat and ellen alien on orchestra of bubbles)

it’s ungrammatical in Chinese to say “he’s happy” or “she’s happy” --because you can’t know.

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why facebook is awkward:

Some Guy I Kinda Knew Through Friends In High School: ______ is trying very hard to hold the pieces of his life together.

Dude I Met Once At A Party. _____ divorce sucks

(i don’t even KNOW you...i didn’t even know you were MARRIED.)

OR! on the OTHER end of the spectrum:

Attractive Smiling Drunk Girl With Lots of Smiling Friends: _______Partying all night in Prague!!! Wooo!!!!

((i...have three more math problems.))



why all those blinky lights?