A Bunch of Molecules Created These Words!!

I just got this sudden ache for thunder.

I am just like everybody who has been born, and everyone who has died, and everyone who has had someone close die. Because I have a broken heart now. And that’s what it means to have a life. Right?

I got something published. I haven’t written anything in the longest time, but something got published, maybe that will revamp me writing. Anyways, here it is. I’m Trevor, by the way. http://www.stanleythewhale.com/StW/

I realized that mowing the lawn is the time when I think about girls.

I was holding a snickers bar and then felt something on my finger. I thought it was some chocolate, that had leaked through a rip in the wrapper. It tasted gross and I looked and it was a BOOGER. I ate booger

I feel like I’m slipping. I feel like I’m going to fall flat on my face soon. I have been losing who I am lately, the last few weeks I have wanted to be a cook a carpenter a soldier a vagabond a writer, but I haven’t written anything, basically anything but an a college English student, which is what I am, but then I’m not sure. I’m just not sure and I don’t know if I should be feeling this way. Should I be feeling this way? Who can tell me if I should be feeling this way.

What do I do about seeing a kid who used to be a best friend all the way up until the end of high school, do I see him or not, he has changed so much he has broke into people’s cars and houses and gone to jail and I just don’t know what to do, I remember him from back when but he’s not that now he has a girlfriend that he’s been with so long that maybe he’ll marry that I’ve never met, do I see him or not, I’ll be wanting to see the person he was back then but I’ll be seeing him how he is now.

I was talking with someone who’d been to China, lived there actually, and he was saying something about the bugs. “See, I like the bugs in Minnesota,” he said, “because they land on you and you can feel them. You can just feel them.” I slapped at a mosquito on my shoulder that was biting through my shirt. “Over there,” he said, “they land on you and you can’t feel them, you only feel them after they bite you. They’re ruthless. Yeah, I like the bugs here.”

I nodded at him and said, “Yeah, yeah,” but I didn’t believe him. I’m sure I had five mosquitoes on me that moment, and I didn’t feel a fucking thing. He didn’t know what he was talking about. He was trying to make a fact, because that’s what people do, they try to make facts, and sometimes you just have to nod and say, “Yeah, yeah,” sometimes all you can do is just say, “Yeah, yeah.”

Man, I haven’t sweated so much in a five weeks. Do you want to know why? Because I just ran for the first time in five weeks. Do you want to know why? Because I dislocated my shoulder five weeks ago.

Man, I haven’t taken a shower in five weeks. Do you want to know why? Because I’m disgusting.