as much as my head is filled. i am blank. full sucked of cigarettes and pine wood and disconnections. at the moment, i have no idea what to do with galoshes. or backgammon. or red wine. or rolled eyes. or irritation. these thunderstorm stomachs. or health food stores. even though they all might be some. very. good. place. you're probably the thing that fills the space of the thing that is pretty comfortable.

ennit.




i just made that up. but it's actually kind of logical.