im finding clues to the outside world in a good brew of cheddar corn. it has like breathing red guts and pollen dusted wings. it’s perverse and attractive. last night a centipede galloped around me in circles, urging me to go to sleep. bugs are very playful when you have no desire to kill them. now im thinking of the cereal ceos that want to kill us and need us to subsist off of their bits to uphold their purity myths and fetishes. fuck you! meal grains makes me jerk off more! gotta satisfy in the sack because there’s packing peanuts foaming in the feedbag. i am a human animal collecting fruit tokens. eating carmelized brains - wonderful sensations!! making myself FEEL GOOD, yeah, baby! tonguing the detritus from the bowl! but you know, still curious about the world! fuck, im lacking spiritual component! like the feeling connected with all that is. the outside world feels like a pressure cooker with fucking ash and particulates . . .maybe one day this summer it wont be. i will find canopies to wander and dream in yet, fuck!