2 packages of Hannaford Apples and Cinnamon oatmeal flavored down with one spoonful of regular Hannaford oats. Cold and always. German composer Prokofiev with The Dance of the Knights never to leave my head. I know the same dishes will be in the sink before I go into the kitchen. T hey make me plan my day like a dragging vowehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhl. Bad dog! baaaaaaaaaad dog! Stale saltines! Staaaaale saltines! Stale. -this -then -that -then -then -thenthenthen (I was on my first motorcyle and it was red and sporty, not what I would want. When I stopped at the lights in fryeburg some older man in flanel came out of that yellow building to the right and told me that I needed to replace the skiis on my bike. He folded off two skiis where I thought the wheels were. Somehow I could vividly feel what it was like on the bike.) (I was going to see a movie at a steep mountain with jake. We stopped at the concession stand which was really some beat down old gas station in the middle of nowhere. I paid for something and a coke, even though I never want coke. Their soda can reach in fridge didnt have it anyways-all they had were opened tan pitchers of lemonade. Instead of asking for my money back, because that would be too complicated, I asked to make a fair trade for some of their flour in the kitchen. We messed around with exactly how much flour would be a fair trade, and then i stuffed it in my pockets, flour was going everywhere.) 
Block A, Block B, I don't give a shit if you have a static friction of .3, have a mass of 7 kg, and are at rest on an incline of 36 degrees. I will chisel Block A into a decorative giraffe, Block B you can watch the woodchip carnage and cry. You're wasting the time of future scientists with your little make pretend behaviors. You are a rudely pathetic imitation of the real mathematical world, which modestly yields to your alleged authority while its spattered colors and sounds, indifferent to their understanding, talk to themselves quietly. (don't worry block B, I was kidding. I am not that cruel. I'll chisel you into a puffer fish. You and Block A can play.) I have been so concentrated on figuring out the people that I talk to, that most of my concentration is on observing the other person's behavior, leaving very little energy to productively respond to what they are saying. perfection: beyond improvement I'd like to say that the middle-aged woman standing impatiently in the "14 items or fewer" grocery store line was, not perfect, but was perfectly imperfect. The way that people's imperfections form is through perfect causes and effects in a world that is perfect in its causes and effects. Voltaire, you can shove it. Don't throw me some bullshit "well what about the atomic bombs and the dying kittens" like you do in Candide. Yes that pulls at our sentiment, but how does it take away from perfection? this is too big for now, i'll come back to it. 
starter off with the bright brittles stomaching wait. <> how many kites on my waitholdonsoon? There is one who is fragile and milkweed. (I would only be practicing myself)! And there is one who would make me feel older via dreamcatchers without the woopidee doo. Just like this:  And there is one so tangled that she thinks its best to love entanglement. gut-tug. And there is one who asks a lot of questions i like, but smells slightly of lockers and uniform hallways. Then there is the one that reminds me of who I really am, but she doesn't know who that is. not enough time! of course there'snot enough time!! clutteredtextcover up time up time time. down^ is for the balance you cross your opposites with glue gunned composites. I've stuffed my mouth with "how-to" wafers so I can't really talk about it now. | 
