Maybe I have a fever from sunburn, but I just want to punch myself in the face and then appear in Kickle Cubicle floating down upon the ice from the balloon. I want to freeze shit and walk over it.

Syrupy doom. Actually, my dream of Kickle Cubicle is very tranquil. It involves more of the feeling of sliding over a floor with socks than any destruction of a chicken wearing shades.

My bottomless woe is just a result of being alone for too long. It is stupid that I sit here and wait, because a dragon could swoop down at anytime and devour me. I wonder what I would feel like if I responded to my feelings, but I am scared of that possibility, since I think I would fail to percieve what is real.