i am such a recluse it's not even funny. sitting up at the desk on a beautiful day is no big thing for me. in iPod weedland the hours just fly right by.

today in the vegan place i was in between two mothers with their new babies. the babies were pink and white with clenching hands and the mothers were pale with floppy bellies. one of them looked at me like i was a dog. prolly cuz i hadn't showered for two days and i smelled like pussy.

it's rare that i get on a sex thing like this, so when i do, it's so totally on. i mean, like, i want it all the time and every which way. it's like a disease. i am at the mercy of my loins' cruel twists.

i don't know who i am but it's not one of these millions of people running around like maniacs. i'm more concerned with putting one foot in front of the other, as i head down the path before me.