on my mind tonight.
the way the ceiling looks in my attic room at 82 edgebastian street, birmingham, england.

jayc's super hybrid wrestler with fat pants.

hollywood bullshit + deanne> rollicking comedy.

chris and keely, tragically underage.

the sound of wind rattling a car window.

vanilla coffee.

a denial. a denial. a deniiiial.

i tell him "i can't feel"
he says "you feel everything"

he's right. i feel my shirt hanging off my shoulder. i feel the keyboard on my raw fingernails. i feel my tummy saying hello to the french toast i sent its way.
really mundane things, but oh so amazing.

i'm am lost and found tonight. in a blog stupor.

but now i have a super power.

thanks, man. i will abuse it as much as i can.


welcome back, by the way...