well there's that

Someday I'm going to write something and it's going to scare people and they're going to trace it back to my life, like, "Where did that come from?" And I'll just tell them that my writing is generally a spillway for coasting through internal haze. And that the internal haze rarely translates into action.

Sometimes I merge lanes on the highway without checking any of my mirrors. I just brace for impact. It never comes.Painted the fuck out of my room

i wish i were you

Im'ma radio. You're a radio. I think we are all radios, just mechanized bits of meat and desire who are equipped to send out frequencies. Are you there, God? It's me, Margaret. Ground Control to Major Tom- can you hear me?

When people pray to an unseen/unheard god they are on a ham radio, searching, scanning, looking for someone on the same frequency. Someone to hear our broadcast. People praying are broadcasting hope. Someone listen.

When I sleep in the same house as my mother we sometimes have similar dreams. We're on the same wavelength.

Over and out.