I read this self help book written in 1924 and one of the things that stuck out to me was “don’t overeat, just eat until you’re not hungry.” I’ve been doing this, but what’s the point? I am stick boy.
my one true love is the metaphor. We learn things by comparing the new to what we already know, and metaphors are perfect for this. They make up every good song, every good poem, and a chunk of every good book that’s ever been written. I want to write the perfect metaphor and then immediately jump off a bridge.
Well, this has been real, but I only really came here to fill my quota.
Today I sang until my voice went out, I wish I sounded as good as I think I do. Or as good as she thinks I do.