000097 #human I know there must be some flaw in the way I'm thinking here, that this seems at once so damned important and so damned unsolvable, but for the life of me I can't pick it out just now. It makes me want to ignore the dog and my friends and the people on the street and the god damned drums, all of them, and the god damned keyboards and the god damned letters, and just do some drugs, masturbate, and go to sleep. But that wouldn't really help.