Don't worry. I'm still writing.

Uh huh.


That which has been written between February and now has been how I feel about losing. I've got incredible inertia.

Enough I'd go places I hated.

#1 Houyhnhnm

You are a horse

and you're not very high. 

You sleep on his shoes

and silently cry. 

Your quickest is walking, 

the shoes would allege;

you wish you were faster

and get to the edge. 

Then a diving disaster

sharp rocks and sharks

no one's jumping in after

you. 

Whatever, whatever

and off with the waves. 

If horses could swim, 

you know you'd be saved.

But drowning's a blanket,

it cradles you well. 

This certainly is a comfortable dwelling for hell.

DEAR RSVP NO JUST SHOW UP

You know, it's not a birthday party. It's a discovery and the proof you need. You're not invited, you just are. So when you arrive. I don't want you to laugh. Everyone else will be, but you can't laugh. You can only laugh if you're looking right at me and the rest of the room vanishes. 'Cause it isn't funny. I will not meet and greet, my face is going to be glued to the door. I might just sit in my linen suit and not even come downstairs because I'll be too busy looking for greenlights. I die at the end of that one, though. All my explanations are lies, and so is my audience. There is only one audient. It's a truth ribbon cutting. I dare you to go.