I Crawl Through It

Somewhere in every mind is an opening to crawl through.

We're alive. We have words and shapes and ideas. We will throw them at you when you do not believe. We will throw our love and our hate and our failure and success. We'll split in two right in front of you and be our best and our worst. We'll lie and tell the truth.

The world will be upside down forever. We just have to come to terms with that.

..love doesn't just show up and disappear, Not real love.

Blowing up isn't always external. It's not always easy to hear or see. Synapses fire every day in my brain. Thinking is just like exploding until it eventually scars you and you can't interact with people anymore. It's like one big, final detonation.

Your Cat Has More Self Esteem Than I Do There are no billboards for cats advertising feline plastic surgery feline acne gels feline gastric bands feline face-lifts. There are no commercials about feline makeup feline sex toys feline fashion. There are porn movies with cats, but no cats watch them.

I learned in English class about surrealists. It was the first time I wanted to throw myself up so I could be marked present. Surrealism turns the whole world upside down.

Have you ever loved somebody?" I ask him. "Yes." "Does it always hurt so much?" I ask, "When does it hurt?" he asks. "All the time." "I'm not sure that's love," he says, "You may be sick.

I don't think most humans are dumb," I argue. "So you think most humans are smart?" "I think all humans have potential.

I have too much homework to watch M*A*S*H yet, so I settle down at the kitchen table and I face it.