vLES

Not entirely. But you deleted my blogs. Those blogs took ages to compose.

Now they are lost forever in cyberspace.

/slash /cut /cry /cry

To: Michelle Obama
Recently I had a dream, I repeat STRICTLY a dream. I hate to do this, but I would like to confess that your husband and I are having an affair. I don't know how well you two get a long or how the old marriage is working out, but I have the impression he gets a wanting for young midwestern hispanic girls around the hours of 8 a.m.-3 p.m. central time. I would like to at least give you a heads up as to why he really is gone around those hours.

Dear Liz,
Please go to sleep. It's around one in the morning and your brain needs to rest.
Sincerely,
Me

Cosmia by Joanna Newsom completes my life. True story.

I find myself being too fickle lately, and the obvious source is only taking the volatile to a more exaggerated place. Rather then resolving it in a more sensible manner the electronic pixelations will have to suffice as a form of disturbing catharsis and excuse. I blame all of this on insecurities and anonymities. Reason number four. Damned reason number four.
Cam someone say remedial? Or even preposterous or pure insanity.

I need to sleep like the conventional proletrain ethereals.
Maybe even start acting like them.