10. Let's see. Something about me. Hmmm... It should be true, I suppose. Let's see. Something about me. The thing is... wait... It's just... It's...
They stock the work kitchen with oatmeal raisin cookies. Bastards. Can't they see my pants are tight? Sometimes, when I sit down, I feel as though I will burst. Moderation is a virtue. Damnable virtue. A cup of coffee, black, and writing at lunch. A small sandwich. A leaf of lettuce. A small bag of air and butterfly wings. I try to find satisfaction in a sense of wellness and not in indulgence, but it only works sometimes. Sometimes there are cookie wrappers in my waste basket. Oatmeal raisin. Bastards.
If I could make the world I'd have the best of intentions Only the best of intentions But how could I apologize for all the times I didn't think it through fully enough And my distraction caused death or disease or famine Suffering and want Want for bread Want for water Want for love Want for meaning Want to be God? No thanks. No need. No time. No way.
Are there one hundred interesting things about me? I'm not sure. I can juggle a little.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
