Something about my guts lately has made interacting with people a lot more fun and easy than it usually is.

SIX WORD SHORT STORIES FROM TONIGHT

-But it walked on my pillow!

-The baby's complexion was beginner's luck.

-Daylight Savings Time Sun Kil Moon

-Vaguely he wandered through the fog.

-Turbans cause communication errors in telekinesis

-Verify this specimen for me, please.

-After grave miscommunication, bodies were lost.

-That's redundant, isn't it, you face-head?

-Giant anteaters look better when backward

-Fake fur/pleather people play dead

-he had fire crotch; I left.

-In Bangkok you kill to win.

MAKE YOUR OWN MAKE YOUR OWN

ALSO. There is currently an article running on the New York Times website headlined: "US Navy Mans Two Nuclear Subs With Women." Within it, the caption of a photograph of a woman submarine captain: "Female sub force sallies forth." I REALLY REALLY WANT TO GET INVOLVED WITH either respectable journalism (FUCK YEAH) or creative captioning.

I feel good in the midst of widespread crisis. I am not sure what to do with this blog.