today i moved through time and space and brian's house and roger's house and i came home and spent half an hour in the bathroom thinking of you, my girl.

although i can't call you my girl, because THE WHOLE world converges upon you. every boy and every man. even the birds wait outside your window sill in the cold, under the seattle weather, to hear you sing your song.

you know what i'm talking about, and i think i do too. still, i remain obsessive.

there used to be a dead blue jay in my front yard, and i took a picture of it because i'm such a faggot.