I carry my world with me

a song I know as well as the hand that holds it

nature buries small stashes of transcendence all over the place so that we can dig them up when we need them

whoever is doing all of london’s amazing new graffiti, I love you all

I’m just some caterpillar goo dreaming I’m a butterfly

thinking about that metaphor about the sparrow carving down the granite of eternity with its tiny beak but it’s actually a sparrow carving the shape of me out of my life with its tiny beak

I’m the thing that floats between the stars. when you can’t see the stars it’s because I’m in the way of them

can’t wait to be 49 years old so I can tweet “more like the crying a lot at 49”

sometimes my life feels like it is extruding out between gritted teeth like playdoh hair

oh gee oh golly

a warning

if you were mean to me this is who you would be being mean to. and that’s why no one is ever mean to me

I’m pretty happy with being a single synapse in a brain the size of who knows what

you are much more beautiful even than a woodear mushroom

love is just a continuing opportunity to be nice to someone

and I— I took a wrong turn at albuquerque, and that has made all the difference

just mentioning that I have the same @ elsewhere. not for any particular reason or specific timing. I just happen to be mentioning it