pieces of little pieces of paper

nothing says "GOOD MORNING" in a more soothing way than a cold beer, i thought as i made my way to the fridge at 6am.

missing an ex-girlfriend that's happily married feels like masturbating to autoparts.

i stopped playing air guitar. it was stupid and immature. i now play airguitarhero.

my bed will have twins.

he sat down on the floor and counted pieces of little pieces of paper. into infinity...