Things I’m Thinking About

Bloody teeth feel very, very specific. Like when baby teeth would fall out… I remember exactly what bloody teeth are like. Not a memory of the sensory experience, but a memory of the energy.

I am a big fan of blankets. They feel very expendable but very dependable.

I feel like a blanket. Dependable. Expendable. lol.

Do I have a favorite chord progression? Do I have a favorite anything? Or do I repeat what makes me feel good and call that preference? If I repeat what makes me feel good, then its self-serving. If something was really my favorite, then I would serve myself to it.

During spring break, I plan to dig myself a proper grave. A proper grave with 6 feet of depth, complete with a cold bottom and a body to lay in it. The body will be my own. It’ll be a warm body. Not a cold one. I wonder what it will feel like to be alive in a grave. lol…