they look like how i imagine the inside of your brain to look. with snippets of brilliance and banality all crowding on top of each other in the futile fight for primacy
for many years, i worked in a restaurant. honestly, i loved that stupid place. i was damn good at my job. i would waltz into the dishroom with my arms piled high, ready to scrape the slop into the bin and catch up with whoever else was doing the same, watercooler style. sometimes, if i was having a crazy busy night or if the mood took me, i would drop a plate or mug or three on the floor, sometimes i would do it with some force, but not so much that me or the dishboy might be blinded by debris, just enough to get a good smash. the dishboys always got such a kick out of it.
i surrender myself to science i offer my organs bones and blood teeth and hair for the betterment of humankind i circle yes tick boxes f through j sign on the line and jump
