I’m starting to think that I’m actually the only one here. And that I made everything, somehow. Now if only I could figure out what the hell I did. I wanted to get out of the cycle and sing the absurd electric. But now my body is made of tinfoil and I’m allergic to kryptonite and I’m just singing high pitched melody mantras on and off key until I stop go stop go and then...
Thanks for laughing with me as my intestinal stuff reactivated.