My high school guidance counselor parodied himself on TV.

Animal Collective kicked me in the brainospherically shaped coconut which is my mind. Something like a combination of God's semen and superstring theory competing for dominance in miniturity. Closed eye hallucinations. Open eye hallucinations. After the show finished I got outside before everyone else and lay down on the grass, looking up a tree and feeling the cool air from the lake wash over me. People's voices carried off to other countries.

New people are very interesting to be around because they don't know anything about you and you don't know anything about them. This seems an obvious statement, but there are a lot of walls to deal with when encountering a person. The complications of social interaction are astounding, given how non-central of an issue these fuckeries are. Or maybe they're the most central of issues and we're being distracted by the razzle dazzle of macro-economics and genocide and intergalactic exploration. How can I get beneath the skin, around the bones and curl up there with an intense feeling of youness?

All phrases can be contextualized by the phrase: "And everything was being pulled downward for some reason."

Nobody can tell you why gravity works. Outside the Bible, there is not historical record of a man named Jesus Christ existing.

How dense are our historical records? In 1 000 000 years, will someone be able to look up your credit card statements? Will what they find be beautiful and unsettling?