The environment is fucked. An angry but laughing baboon is going to be in charge of the country. My feet stink. It takes me fifteen minutes sometimes to take a shit. My neck hurts, my shoulders hurt, my forearms feel funny, my forehead hurts, and that's not all. My eyeballs feel like they're performing a berzerker-crazed overhead smash to the softest bits of whatever lies behind my eyebrows. I'm kind of dumb. I have to look at things at odd angles to see them properly. My peanut butter sandwich is kicking in. I had an idea, but I'll probably forget it soon. (2016)