My mind's a template I cannot unfold.

Let us dip our feet for a taste, but not get our bodies wet. You pull in, then pull out of the subject just as easily, just as quickly. Get your feet wet. That’s all. Pull out. Interest. Then flee. No lead. That way, you get a taste of everything. And have the time to do it.

I want to know everything.

Just like drunken thoughts. Or when you cut off your knee caps. You cannot stand up. Drunken thoughts so timid and full of realism. I have never had a drink in my life.


I hardly blink. What a disguise.