Memorrr

I put my brain down somewhere but damned if I can remember where.

Sue me

I just like using the word.

We are alone

Got to face the music. Odd phrase.

The free thow of floughts

Maybe this is finished. Or maybe I've got an itch.
Someone asked me if there was some... order to my thoughts on this blog. No, I said. And left it at that. Except to say that I'm operating on the Andre Breton 'ism' of 'letting the machine babble'.

Bonus prize

The universe we are conscious of is not the squirrel's universe.

Sir, sir. I know.

Why do 20ers find the need to either be overjoyed by life or depressed by it? (You have fifteen seconds.)

Don't let me fall.

Why can't we remember the future? We forget the past.