Maybe adulthood isn't the destination I always thought it was?

But the things I do know are the ways we've changed since we'd fallen into each other.

I, Seer of the Stars, Cartographer of the Cosmos, / measure my mass, and to whom do I owe this woe...

Keep it quick (and they usually did) and it was simple. Quick as the walk between their houses, from number 27 to number 33 (odd numbers only), and simple as the alibi.

I should've traced my steps. I'm lost in a sea of hyperlinks.

For the new year, I´ve given up palm oil. Made shopping a whole lot harder. Damn orangutans tugging at my conscience.

Im in bed. Bed. I look at the word bed written on the screen. Bed. It looks like bad but not quite. Bed-Bad. Bad-Bed. I have a bad bed. Lets say my bed is bad. It is a bed to the extent that it is bad. It is not good, it is bad. It is a bad bed.

you are on a missing boat in the middle Of a fogged out notion of some sort. A no nonsense paddle could be made out Of something as intangible as an Incoming wave. This could also be a Floating thought up map, man. In…

Miranda laughed. The cream of the retail industry laughed...

I saw you hold her as if you were copy writing a ball of yarn

This world is always at least as strange as it seems, but usually far more strange, so many non-repeatable phenomena . . . .

We drank beer and played loose pool, attracted two fun girls, one Jamaican, the other dirty blonde, both of whom seemed interested in only one of the four of us.

I’ll bet You got bit by Snake Charmer Boy And your world fell out from under you

Minimalist/realist short-story writer Raymond Carver was fired from his job as an editor of science textbooks because of his inappropriate writing style.

Lela, my grandmother.