Striving to be More Human and Less Person

speaking is a sort of playing where words are the toys

flaccid penis... it's chic, it's hip, it's the next big thing

it's the next thing

i have wild sentences roaming through me at all times

Until death, all defeat is psychological.

i assumed this was porn

and i don't necessarily believe any of this i'm just saying words recreationally

Me: It just feels like every time I figure out how to improve myself, I think of something else. Maybe I'm just too broken to ever fix. The Yeti of the Himalayan Mountains, patting me on the back: Gosh, I sure remember feeling that way. Back in the days, they used to call me The Abominable Snowman. Abominable. And that's how I felt about myself too. I felt abominable. I felt like a big, loping creature that wasn't even really human. Or really even animal. But I got better. I made friends. I did stuff for people. I didn't always feel better, but I kept getting better, and that meant something. And you know what? If I could talk to myself back then, before I had things figured out? I wouldn't call myself abominable. You know what I would call myself? Me: Not-yeti. The Yeti: Not-yeti. I'd say you haven't worked it out... yet. I. But you will. One day. When you're ready, you'll be Yeti. Me: You give that same speech every time I tell you I'm sad. The Yeti, smiling: That's cause it's always true.