my skull is empty. where did you go, brains? how am i typing this without you? ergo, proctor sum hoc ad nauseum: ~~~ the eucalyptus grove outside my window grows dark but does not amuse me the sun came up this morning but i did not expect it to do so i dreamed of someone i used to know but she said nothing and then i confused her with someone else

time passes quietly, all the time, and this does not startle me i am bothered by the existence of languages i can’t speak when bicycling my legs wake but i remember this sensation like a stomachache i know her number and i never call

i hate and love certain books but can’t remember them i wished that the cruel ending of something i wrote had been true i remember the future and then act as though it had not happened all the things i should have said have never helped at all ~~~ i need coffee. maybe my brain is in the coffee. i am learning that being in love and being caffeinated are very similar. i need to smoke a cigarette. preciso fumar.