Hello, I am the person who famously found the portal to the dark secret of humanity. They all found out why they needed to exist, and it will always be alone, alone. They need more reasons, cuz they don’t trust themselves or each other.

I stubbed my leg on the tree branch. I fell down under the waterfall where the mushrooms gave me love in the form of

Gross little capsules of their own love. It was carbon and dioxide [burp]

I died. They all said my name once and I only cared to dream about the mother who was born at the top of the sky. The little pond that gave birth and dropped like a seed into the Earth. And she made up a story that made sense to someone once.

I could only imagine that every person would take their hands and put ‘em in the dirt and eat the Earth that they created with their minds that only forgot to live once or twice.

I have no love left in side. How are you doing? I don’t care. I want to subside the feeling and the missionary position that I forgot to tell you how to make it better when you die . . .

I walk out of the apartment once or twice. I find a reason to sing my name with my eyes wide open.

Someone asked me why I’m still walking out of the life that I decided to oppose. He was my saviour but he forgot to kill me and I asked him politely and he was objective. Over the moon, the sun dipped down into the tank of catfish.

I scooped 1 up and I grilled it on a pan. I used lots of butter from a cow’s udder. Then I fell asleep and dreamed I was a real man . . . .