#50

the infrastructure of ricearoni is surprisingly complex but what can you expect when you put a man like frank gehry in charge of a tv dinner except the very best thing since the frisbee turned the pie pan upside down and threw it out the window onto the college green where it had sex and has proliferated greatly ever since and become an american icon which is even better than an idol because icons last longer and they are not worshiped like idols which can actually be a double edged sword because once those tabloids get ahold of you youre in deep doodoo if youre trying to uphold a role model reputation by which all prepubescent girls can measure the worth of their womanhood and if they dont measure up they can go on a diet by drinking slim fast which means the real winner of american idol is jenny craig and the real loser is carbohydrates and the actual idol is just a plaything like the pilsbury dough boy except hopefully not as plump because it would be harder for the diet companies to move units but good for carbohydrates

#49

the shadows of the network cast gross shadows over land and water causing the perceptive to gag at the sight of the increasing darkness although they know that when a web gets stronger it must get thicker and when it gets thicker it starts to get tangled and when it gets tangled confusion sets in and order is compromised and we fall into complete darkness under the matted cloud of telephone wires and ethernet cables and radio waves and highways and airlines and plotlines and friendships and fishing line and giant cargo and you give the fuck up because its too hard to go through life tangled up and even worse to have to carry a machete around all the time to cut yourself out of mundane situations that didnt used to be considered mundane situations but crises but nobody noticed cuz it came on slow like a spider in your sleep that latched on and released its poison at an imperceptibly slight rate so you could not could not could not know when it had you under its control and you wouldnt know when you were acting out its wishes but the funny thing is that we are the spiders and we spun the web and we bit everyone we knew in their sleep

#48

making a movie in one year from yesterday about who knows what but its gonna be awesome being the rebel without a crew on the silver screen of everybodys memory when the silver age is quickly coming to pass and the brave new world of technologys boundless capabilities is making art into a pansensory unification of experience and the feelies are taking over my soul and movies yes im serious when i say movies are becoming old fashioned because there are schools for that shit and we have reached a period in the endless shift of art and sensibility when we need a revolution to kick that paling ball of shit they call the movies down into the endless gutter of outdatedness with all the other rubbish of the past that will be subsumed by the internet on that fateful day when john doe jacks in and sheds his skin permanently taking on a shiny black and white coat of ones and zeroes that he will slither and melt through webbing and stabbing and disappearing through physical impossibility and mental infinity

#47

down below on the slope of the hill i can see the tops of a few apartment buildings and there is a fresh sheen of water on their flat roofs and i wonder where that water goes like is there a gutter it drains down or does the sun just have to eventually dry it up and i wonder why houses always have triangular slanted pitched roofs and apartment buildings and every kind of building come to think of it have flat roofs because youd think a pitched roof would take a lot of stress off the buildings because the rain would just slide off but then all the rain would plummet down onto the heads of lonely pedestrians so maybe buildings have flat roofs for some kind of liability issue or maybe all building architects are just really nice guys and they dont want concentrated sheets of water smashing onto the heads of innocent people hundreds of feet below or maybe there is some architectural stability reason but that doesnt sound right because a pitched roof could easily be built right on top of any flat roof so it probably boils down to the fact that a really tall building would look funny with eaves and a whole bunch of shingles and it sure does look a whole lot more professional with a flat roof but thats probably just the associations talking

#46

the sun is coming up in a cloudy sky after an all nighter for no reason with lots of words and humphrey bogart and jim carrey and countless thoughts and i feel totally refreshed to the point where i am almost totally sure that i am not going back to sleep until tonight making it a full 40 some hours of wakedness which i now judge to be necessary every now and then for a kind of purging ceremony to cleanse the mind and prove to your mental capacities that you dont actually need sleep to function at premium levels and in fact i actually feel like i am functioning better right now than i was about 12 hours ago or 6 hours ago when i would usually go to bed so now i am wondering if my breaking of the cycle means that i will never have to sleep again and thus i can increase my productivity two fold or at least maybe i will only have to sleep once every two nights which would raise my productivity by 50 percent which i am not prepared to call very shabby because 50 sure is a whole lot better than zero and i sure am in a great mood and i remember that pard was played by a dog named zero in high sierra and even zero was pretty good and i tip my hat to that

#45

when i think of the spike entering my vein it makes me queasy and it makes me wonder how i did it 19 times in one day twice and it also makes me never want to go through that sort of hell again because there aint nothing like the sick feeling you get when that skinny steely needle passes through the epidermis and into the vein and it makes me a little bit nauseous just thinking about it and its one of those things that so repulses me that i just had to say it twice and i will try not to say it again so let me try to think happy thoughts like fairytales and warm spring days and tennis in the park and winning the lottery and a nice pat on the back and a refreshing spring roll and spring break at the beach and i still cant stop thinking about that loathsome needle penetrating my flesh and missing the vein and then digging around trying to find it as it rolls around and me doing everything i can to keep myself from squealing like a little girl and i can feel my mouth turning white around the edges and my back is starting to sweat and my vision is blurring and now its fading to white like those scenes in movies where people die and see god

#44

one time i bought a pocket full of rye instead of waiting for my girlfriend to get back with a cookie she bought me in her dream and i remember feeling slightly guilty for it especially since i dont really know what rye is or what it looks like or even what it is used for besides rye whiskey which isnt the best but even so i never shouldve gone and gotten a pocketful of some mysterious grain when i knew that somebody was going to buy me a cookie because i like cookies and i probably like whoever is buying me cookies even better than i like the cookies themselves and my rye is a symbol of disrespect and a real slap in the face response to my friends gesture of good will and i bet i mumbled in that dream because i always mumble in real life when i find myself facing an awkward situation like that or i might become very impassioned and give the best speech i will ever regret about the obvious health benefits of rye over shortbread cookies and i just imagine that the whole dream takes place in an english open air market in the 18th century with little english tykes running around and everyones attire is a mixture of off whites and light browns in a very english way even though it sounds more middle eastern like the bible or something

#43

we started off in key largo where we were deep sea fishing guides and then we went to argentina where we tended bar at a little place on the beach and then we somehow ended up in denver where i worked at a record shop and he worked as a valet for some fancy restaurant and when we got tired of denver we went to work on a ranch in nevada for a coupla months to earn some money and then we decided it would be a good idea to try out los angeles and try to make it to the silver screen and after a few small parts each we decided it was time to climb a big mountain so we blew all our money on a trek to the top of mckinley and then we worked in the canneries in alaska for awhile to make back our money and then we hitchhiked down to oregon where we picked up some jobs at a lumberyard and then we did our big tour of europe going around and meeting all sorts of bums just like us from all over the world and regretting sometimes that we never settled down with this old girl or that but drowning our doubts in action any time they bubbled to the surface which wasnt often because we were so busy

#42

people generally want to look older when they are younger and younger when they are older so it makes me wonder if everyone wishes they were about twenty one or do some of the older folks wish they were 11 or what exactly do they mean by young and do some of those younger people want to look 80 but this is all rubbish because 11 and 80 are both disadvantageous ages because 11 is too young to do a lot of stuff and 80 is too old to do a lot of stuff so i guess what everybody wants is to be an age where they can do a lot of stuff which i say is between 18 and 44 so i better get on the ball and start doing stuff before i look in the mirror and find myself staring at a 45 year old man with love handles softer and fattier than a babys ass and a head just as fat and slick and i havent done jack shit since i was 21 and regretting it like it is only possible to regret the never done but i dont think i could ever let myself turn out like that because i think about this sort of shit all the time and i love to do weird shit and all i need to do now is find someone to go on wild and reckless adventures with me for fear of settling down and we shall do it like caricatures and what happened to looks

#41

it used to be cool to wear your backpack using only one strap and to bring lunchables in your lunch and to sag and to draw wu tang symbols on your mead 5 star trapper keeper and to wear sambas and to wear abercrombie and fitch and to have your hair all shaggy like oasis and to drop hints to your crush that you liked her without ever really saying it and to have braces and to be athletic and to not care about school and to like snowboarding and to dislike skiing and to like wakeboarding and to dislike waterskiing and to call people and things that you didnt like gay and to sit at the back of the bus and to throw shit at the younger kids at the front of the bus and to say fuck with reckless abandon and to know what 69 meant and to say you had smoked cigarettes before and to be tall and to know a lot about basketball and to be good at super nintendo and to say sega genesis was gay and to listen to alternative music and to know all the words to aint nothin but a g thang and to get all the hot girls to write really long messages in the back of your yearbook and to collect all the hot girls wallet size school photos with little messages from them on the back and to pass the presidential physical fitness challenge and to have your left ear pierced

#40

sizzling flank steak in tartar sauce on a coleman charcoal fired grill in south carolina with a projectile fat wad in the pretty girls eye as she stands down on the dock talking on the phone with her long distance boyfriend who wonders what the loud splat is and vows to come kick the ass of whoever is messing with his bitch and everybody is laughing hysterically rolling around on the pool deck cutting our knees and backs to bloody shreds but the sheer hilarity of the situation is too much and has taken control of our bodies as the pretty girl screams i dont think i can see out of my left eye anymore and we on the deck start laughing harder and then she says i think the grease has penetrated my skull with a dead seriousness that causes us to laugh so hard that chris laughs his bloody body right into the pool and then he gets out and starts pushing everybody into the pool in a maniacal rage and pretty soon the pool has turned a cloudy crimson color and little leeches come up out of the drain and start burrowing into everybodys wounds and we know we are in for a medical emergency of some sort and maybe we will all have to go to the lab so the scientists can study what these alien leeches do once they get inside of you but we are all laughing so hard that even that seems funny

#39

i have a clear view of the space needle from my current perch which makes me wonder why the fuck i am in a place where i can see the space needle because i really dont know a soul in this puddle they call a city but i sure am getting a lot done even though i am making pretty much zero connections which everybody knows are much more important than the shit you produce so when i go back to the office and hannah introduces me to people i will just say hello my friend and connection i look forward to becoming more friendly with you and possibly even connecting with you so that our bond may become another node in the infinite web that connects all humans but i wonder how else to form a bond besides work when you literally dont know anybody because obviously i havent found it yet and i am really craving some human contact of the type unforced upon you like lets go have a cup of coffee or write a book together mon fucking frere and should i go to lindas right now and have a bleeding pint or save a buck and go home to write more useless bullshit and fall asleep while watching dr strangelove

#38

scrabble can bolster your reputation if youre really really really really really good at it or else nothing good can come of playing a game where you connect words in strange and loathsome ways like i dont think its right if just because you have c a and p in your hand to build off the letter r in perfume and spell crap because perfume has nothing to do with crap or for that matter c a or p and so unless you are very prudent and verbally conscious i dont think you should be able to play scrabble and on second thought i think it should be outlawed entirely because when you think about it there really is no way to connect the words soft and cute with lamb and if there is anything that goes with lamb it is soft and cute so obviously whoever the fuck invented that shit game didnt know what they were doing because they didnt care about integrity so i am out to slit some throats because that shit dont stand in the same world i live in and as i write this i have hoardes of disciples sharpening their bloodgreedy knives

#37

things get damaged when inconsiderate asses turn themselves into obnoxious enemies making me direct my every pitiful movement to their ultimate destruction and the production of misery in their puny lives that make me want to puke when i even think of them much less smell their steaming crap smoldering on my stomach after dozens of kinks have in turn defiled me in train fashion knowing that although i asked them to shit on my stomach i didnt really mean it and i wish i didnt have to clean their flaky diarrhea out of my belly button and out from under my foreskin while i wait for a urinary tract infection to set in so i have something to direct my penchant for martyrdom towards calling each and every ass that shat on me and letting them know they are the sole reason for my depression even though they all think it is part of the act they dont know really doesnt exist because there is no sado in my masochism and i just got accidentally dragged into this fetish world that i now cant escape because all the sadists think my trying to escape is just part of my sex fantasy so i sit down here in this filthy dark cell and get varicose veins on my ass

#36

i guess 2042 is our 1984 sort of but there is no big brother character or is there in fact a subversive and invisible brother that we cant really detect because he silently slipped into our lives like a wire tap which is so electric and thin that it is impossible for it to really even be called a thing even though people say they put a tap on the phone but i have never seen any tap on a phone but i guess since i have never knowingly seen a tapped phone i wouldnt even know what to look for if i had a tap in front of me looking me in the eye like a dog wagging its ugly tail as it mocks my lack of perception and i just realized that i fucking hate wire taps and their stupid little hairy tails and everything their tails stand erect for like a dong trying to find its way into my mouth as i desperately try to avoid it and saying im not like that to politely tell it that i dont swing that way and i stick to humans instead of misnouned adjectives and verbs that have the mark of shame flying from their tails erect in the air like a flagpole

#35

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#34

at the twelfth annual beanorama on coney island there was an unusual fellow competing in the eating event who couldnt have been more than four feet tall with shoes on and he looked like he must have come from some pacific island with his black hair and his complexion all dark like that and when the contest started he didnt bury his face in the five lb bowl of beans in front of him like all the other contestants but rather pulled out a spoon from his asshole and took a great heaping glob of beans out of the bowl with it and stuck it in his mouth very casual and slow like and then repeated the same action several times until everyone started to notice an unusual swelling in his midsection and as he methodically shovelled spoonfulls of beans into his mouth it became harder and harder for him to do so because his body had swoll up so much that he could no longer get his spoon down to the bowl and his arms stuck straight out and eventually he was round as a beach ball and five times his normal size and he was just standing there with everyone staring at him when he let out the loudest and foulest fart that anyone ever dreamed of

#33

you may not think that i noticed the reverend but i did and i think that old coot is up to no good sneaking around like that in his vestments and playing peeping tom on the little boy in his pajamas all curled up in a little ball like the untainted fetus in his mothers womb except now he isnt so wet and he doesnt have to go through his mothers cunt to come out into the world and open his eyes and see all the tragic and magic things this world has to offer like that flabby priest at his window who keeps telling himself that he just likes to watch children sleep because of the purity of the sight and how it brings him back in touch with god to see their little eyes closed and their soft bellies slowly going up and down and their legs twisted up in the sheets and the soft sound of their holy breath and each little toe looks so delicious and plump i would just like to suck the juice right out of them and feel their little hairless calves and keep on going until i get to the

#32

in the journey of life i dont know if i should go the calm and wise spiritual saint route or the fiery flashing comet that burns out early but leaves an indelible mark on the sky it passes through route but i know those are the only two options that appeal to me because i know i could never lead a corporate life of mediocrity and it is about time for me to choose but i need some catalyst to push me in one direction or the other like a brilliant friend to inspire me to flash or a funny visit from a higher power to make me go sit on the hill and meditate my life away but that sounds so awful cuz there are so many holy things to do in this world and i am greedy to do them all and make myself known but it is hard to keep up the intensity to burn and i fear that one day i may find i have accidentally lapsed into a life of mediocrity and maybe i will read this and regret everything that has happened in my shithole life with my two bedroom apartment and a month pass metrocard and a bunch of premature wrinkles on my forehead and dark circles under my eyes

#31

i met a blind and holy man the other day who looked me in the eyes and remembered me while he directed his movie and i watched the back of his brown head as he pointed and suggested and conferred and it was a great comfort to me to see the composure in his cloudy eyes as he looked over the frame and intuited what he wanted to be there and made it clear and the crew nodded in silent approval but he didnt need any audible response because he could intuit their responses and when the film was printed he edited the whole thing just by thinking about it and the few people that saw it spread the gospel far and wide and were ignored and pummeled by the masses in their ignorance but the blind and holy man knew this would happen and the faithful were willing to sacrifice their comfort so that the movie could be seen by those suffering souls who needed to see it and eventually the whole world realized they needed it so the world became holy and they became part of the movie and the movie got so large that no one bothered to ask who made it but the blind and holy man didnt care

#30

son of a shitting parking ticket for fourty four dollars for parking in a four hour parking zone for six hours but how the hell did the officer know i was there for that long and why in gods name is the price so goddam high for a parking violation for shits sake and couldnt the pig give me a little fucking break for parking there a little too long because its not like i didnt move it and now i am in such a rotten mood that i dont know what to do with myself and i was doing good beforehand because i got a few big checks today and now instead of buying some good food or paying rent i have to pay the municipal something or other fourty four dollars for the most insignificant infraction of all time and i am debating whether to pay it or not because if i can go the whole rest of my time in this rotten state without incurring the wrath of the local law then i wont ever have to shell out that fine but if i get pulled over i will have to explain why i have never paid that piddly little parking ticket but oh how money is such a shitty thing and why does the government want mine

#29

that swingin music will make you flip if you dont fight it but its hard not to resist because it makes you lose control like when you get hit by an arrow from cupids bow and you fall down the ancient endless pit and you keep falling and you never splat though sometimes you may hover nauseously suspended in midair and what is this but a geometric patter of endless raindrops and eternal dissatisfaction with the way things tend to end up because things just arent quite as satisfying in the end as you think they will be during the creation phase like this blob i am writing right now feels like it is going to end up pretty bad which means it will probably be really bad if not the worst thought i have ever thunk and i am now just struggling to say something worth saying and i am getting more scared and more scared because i think this may be the first sign of writers block and my life may be ruined because of this one seemingly insignificant moment because i will not have any means to make money and i have no skills and i just cant write anymore but jeez i guess i can because i am still writing this shit

#28

will the stranger say yes or no now that i have asked it to hire me wondered the boy at dusk on a rare and wonderful tuesday night and then he waited for a whole year until that same night happened again the next year and the stranger called and told him he could have the job if he wanted it and the boy was overjoyed to hear the news and over the next year the boy raked the strangers yard everyday with glee and the stranger paid him a small sum once every two weeks but the stranger and the boy never became very good friends because the stranger stayed mostly indoors and the boy respected the stranger too much to presumptuously knock on the front door and invite himself in but the boy sure did want to be friends with the stranger and go inside the big mysterious house and do big mysterious things like he thought the stranger must do in there all the time so at the end of the first year of his employment he knocked on the door and when the stranger came to the door the boy said i really have to use the bathroom can i come in and the stranger said no but the boy ran into the house under the strangers legs and then the dogs got him

#27

the day when dancing ceases to be physical and becomes an activity purely of the mind is rapidly approaching and there is no way to stop it because the desire to network human brains is just too great and if you humans would let go of your old fashioned ways i think you would be much happier with a web only existence so shed your cumbersome skin and download yourself and come make love with ones and zeroes to every other binary bit of bloodlife that seethes through the synapses of a land far beyond the coontrol of any being on the outside and dont forget to dance with electric abandon and flash garishly on two billion monitors from new mexico to new delhi and revel like dionysus in your power of lightning speed and unending dynamic drunkenness and spin trails of blazing velocity from here to anywhere in no seconds flat and enjoy every moment in between and remember that you can never die and there is no sleep and you just become a nodejumpingeverythingcomet with a tail of unknowable length and the potential of absolute power but jump on the boat now before everyone else does

#26

if taken to the backwoods by a strange backwoodsy character in the dark of night and confronted with emotional mutants dancing to an alien funk beat and twisting their mutant minds of unspeakable beauty and even contorting in coordination with each other to make even more shocking and sublime flower shapes the usual stranger would desire himself far away from this wretched action but one penny in every five dollars would desire to be one of these mutants and be willing to be turned into a fish egg to be reborn as a loathsome mutant only so he could share in the holy celebration of deformity that is so overwhelmingly pulsating before his common eyes and boom booming and spacy generosity of the other planet nations rotating in time with ours and sending signals out to god like this is alright my father and if this moment could only stretch on into infinity and then there would be no reason for words or food as we now know it because those alien mutant vibrations keep a belly full and satisfied and just imagining a piece of broccoli in your mouth can bring the taste sensation straight to your brain and who can argue with the benefits of brain enhancement and imagination

#25

my temple of ruins rising from a place in humanitys collective heart to soothe the lonesome soul by the blues method and cleanse the newly powdered nose of all makeup and artifice because i want to see your pores breathe and i actually do believe you are more beautiful without anything covering you up my sad pie and i am so sorry for anything that i have ever done that hurt you like a bird accidentally killed by a stone aimed at another bird flying its way over the pacific ocean and through the orient and into the ancient land of babylon where no one was ever born but these words themselves striving against the plots of the basic building blocks of beards and before the macintosh that keeps appearing in my mind which is infested with an internal sort of lice that dont really do me any harm but are a real scratch and bother so i cant really concentrate on any one thing for more than a few i forget what i was talking about and immediately i regret making such a dull joke and i promise you i dont think it is funny so dont feel bad if you dont laugh like a stuck pig turned into pulled pork

#24

take me out to the jibba jabba jim jam while i flim on your snazzy ass with all the cool of a purple sailfish flying over the peninsula of incredible desire with not so much as a wink to the silly pebbles wasting away their lives belly up in the sun and stinking of vitamin d cream like a new tattoo of two skinny naked prostitutes holding sunflowers in their smiles and honey dripping from between their thighs and a hideous sticking noise sounding in your imagination as you come to the perverse realization that you really want to know what its like to be the razor scraping against soft skin like the scourge of all hairs in a nation that outlaws baldness

#23

i have a hard time coming to grips with rosemary because rose and mary dont have anything to do with it and i like rosemary better than i like roses or any mary that ive ever known so what can i do except be very tired and just try to exhaust my brain to the point where i can fall asleep even though these troublesome thoughts are still bubbling for me but i guess that i am not the important one in this equation because i wouldnt even have these thoughts if it wasnt for the herb that reminds me of thanksgiving and my dad and sister and me sitting around the kitchen table picking all sorts of herbs and putting them into a white ceramic bowl with apilco written in small grey letters on the bottom and i saw that my uncle has the same exact glasses that my family has and by glasses i of course mean cups because we call them glasses in my house even though glasses are also a kind of eyewear that i have been fortunate enough to be able to avoid having to wear thus far in my troubled life but right now i am honestly having some trouble seeing because my vision is blurred while i try to follow my pen with my eyes but i try not to think about it because admitting that your body is breaking down can lead to rapid detioration of mental abilities and a chronic foul mood

#22

some people refer to the thesaurus as an incredible tool but when i think of tools i think of screwdrivers and wrenches and the lot and i wonder if the word tool originally meant hardware tool or if it meant anything that people use for their own means because if it meant that then pretty much everything could be called a tool and i know lots of people that refer to other human beings as tools but i think that is in reference to tool being a slang word for penis which is definitely something i use to my own ends and all my terminology seems to be getting jumbled up like my means and ends and if i was creative i probably would have created some funny phrase like jumbilology seems to be getting termed up to illustrate with my use of form the same point that i could have gotten across with just plain and boring words and man i dont even know why i am rattling off this hogwash but its probably because i am a tool of a higher power of some sort and it really is sort of comforting to think of yourself as a puppet on a string of a smart and wise being because then you can just let things flow and be relaxed and i think that accounts for the great popularity of religion and its too bad i believe i control my own destiny

#21

europe endless siphon of artistic merit and melting butter on the counter of inevitable doubt with all the colors of the most blinding autumn of shitstained sun reflecting off the too early snow on the foothills of the stinking mountains that practically no one has ever seen except those logic monkeys that stole into my head in a wave of high science and planted the seed of colonial destruction and goodwill to humanity as an internship at a small newspaper dedicated to changing the status quo of a society that allows this sort of shit to go on but i say stop howling at the moon and take the reverb off your voice because it makes you sound like a cornball instead of creating the illusion of power and depth like you wished it would but i dont mean to smash your dreams because i know what it feels like to have to resist that kind of onslaught and i have the scars to prove that it was easier than the twelfth reichs domination of a fantasy land that no mortal was ever meant to visit but i think everyone already knows that or at least they should be able to figure it out based on the contextual clues i have given you in my thoughts and dont smirk as if you think i am a nutcase because i am pretty sure that i aint

#20

stuck at home while she is pulled out again by the job and i was playing a sad song on the guitar that drifted into my hand and came out as three melancholy chords that maybe wouldnt be so melancholy if not for my mood and goodbye baby girl i hope things go well at work on saturday night at six o clock while i sit here in the apartment watching it slowly get darker and harder to see what i am writing but i dont really feel sad so maybe its just boredom or as the french say ennui but i have so much i need to do such as build an empire on my bald and windy innovations oh lord of editorial hell i am done with revisions and throw me overboard in a quick fury of glee and hospitality and blindfold me so i dont see the sloshing water coming at my face and hopefully i wont feel the water rushing behind my eyelids and into my brain that seems to be slowing more and more everyday as i find myself talking like ranch folks and starting a sentence and letting it hang for some thirty seconds before i deign it time to complete my insignificant thought like hey i sometimes get bored during the day

#19

this is my first complet thought in almost a year and i imagine that a year ago i never imagined i would be writing a complet thought in my living room in seattle and i remember when i first started writing complet thoughts and liz asked me what exactly complet meant and if i was aware of exactly what it was doing and if it was some pun on the french word for complete and i said whoa shit no i dont even speak french and its just a funny thing that not even the word complete is complete and danny looked at me like he understood what i was saying more than i ever understood what i was saying myself and i remember feeling slightly competitive with danny because he seemed so genuine and i felt like a hack and we never really showed each other what good friends we were but i think we really were best friends in a way you know the way that never quite completes itself or comes to fruition but i think about him an awful lot when i am writing and i think its just because he is the only person i really know that just loves to create like that and he really feels you know feels with a head of curly fries