Haunted bowling alley

really good news that I didn't have to go to work today because I have not been able to stop thinking about carol sturka all day.

I really need to go to sleep. but carol's in there.

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

starting pluribus.

finished pluribus.

physical altercation my house 9 pm tonight

nobody's talking about how jarring it must've been for devon to hard cut from selvig to cobel. ur kooky nanny was not even a week ago dressing like a lalaloopsy doll telling u wacky silly stories about breastfeeding now suddenly shes a cold corporate scientist who never smiles sayin shit like "chicanery" every other word.

i'd rip up grass and put it on your knee btw. for no reason other than i was thinking of you so much that i needed to bother you a little about it

i am just moved by everything now. i'm porous and everything gets inside me

stop drinking beer with the deer and come have a cider with the spiderrrr