idle; in the middle of a fog falling asleep- ^

eight might be one of the weirdest words ever.
atticus snores really loud.
it’s a full moon behind a cloudy night.
my mom made me (4m’s) heavenly chocolate brownies, with home-made batter.
by the bed.
not the brownies, they were on the table, by the bed is the name of the song that’s on.
isn’t it weird to sometimes think about all the stuff in your room/apartment/house/cave (in case batman is reading this) and wonder if it a) even exists, b) if so what’s its purpose, and c) i wish i watching cool runnings.
yule brenner
the traffic doesn’t stop ever. i wonder who drives these cars?
i’m going to go brush my teeth.
is he mad ?
something IS wrong.
i feel it.
done. for that fresh clean feeling…
how do you do what you do to me do to me
i feel like a petting zoo at a zoo, no one goes there or has any interest in the petting zoo. who wants to pet a goat when they can see a gorilla or a polar bear? i might stop in to pet a baby pig or deer if they had any at that time but that’s not likely. it’ usually boring ugly farm animals in their 30’s.
i think tomorrow at work i will just say one word over and over and pretend like i’m talking correctly and look appauled when everyone looks at me funny. for example: pretend the only word i would say all day was lumber. “hey jessie octopus, how’s it going today?” said the anonymous co-worker. “lumber lumber, lumber. lumber lumber?” i said (with the appropriate voice inflections and hand gestures).
i hope i figure out things (and not just lumber).
lumber lumber (good night)