I want to put my tongue up your nose.

I like the refreshing thought of friends who each write in their own idiom. There is something new to learn from the jarring transition to each new perspective.

I'm trying to build a car out of my own cum,
seal the cracks on the street like chewing gum.

I wrote that in my notes and liked how puzzling it was, because it was like opening a door to another dimension, and I could decide what to do first.

A couple days ago, I said to a friend that if the venerated apocalypse came, I wondered if I could take part in writing a book similar to the Bible. The funny thing is, I might not be interested in it, but just wonder if I could or how books would reemerge in general.