It is today. The new baby is one hour old. I ate my only meal off a paper plate. In the next twenty-three hours I will hold an empty plate.

I ate pizza in someone’s rim.

I ate fat dough out of some skinny foil. If I had a laddeor oright now I would climb it.

I cook pizzas and then I eat them. Sometimes a cat meows. The worold is beautiful. I love eaorth.

P.S. happy national “put an extora ‘o’ befoore eveory ‘r’” day

My head is a little backwards. I haven’t drank coffee in two days. I think I forgot how to make coffee. Mostly I’m just trying to get enough sleep each night. I put three eggs on the pizza and two leaked off onto a cat. The cat meowed and then rubbed his head in friskies.

There was a kitten in my dinner space. I did not know if it had a head. I asked the kitten if it had a head. The kitten ate its dinner. I ate my dinner. I thought about the kitty head for a long time and then I decided it had a head and I just couldn’t see it.

I am sitting in a place waiting for something. Two bros are at a counter talking. One of them said, “Oh shit.”

I have eaten pizza twice today. At 12:43am I saw one of my students. He asked if I wanted to get some pizza at Antonio’s. At midnight they sell slices for a dollar. I bought two slices. My student bought two slices. Darrenangledotcom bought two slices. My student said he had to write a paper on feminism about some comic book. I told him to write about gender neutral butts. Darrenangledotcom had been talking about gender neutral bathrooms and how some people dont like them because they worry about men hiding in the corner waiting to rape the opposite gender. Darrenangledotcom and I both agree that this is stupid and that we like gender neutral neutral bathrooms and that every butt is gender neutral because they all do the same thing. Ten hours passed. I took a picture of a pizza I made before I put on the cheese. I coated the dough with two eggs.

I dropped a little feta into my fat dough. I feel like the greatest man alive. Someone sent me a book yesterday and someone sent me one today. One is called Waste and the other is call Pee on Water. A genius sent me one and a river sent me the other. There is a pebble in my shoe. A person with poor posture is walking in front of me. I told them not to be sad. It is a nice day because I am beautiful. I am wearing shorts. I’ve decided I don’t like any of my pants. I talked to dead Andre about this yesterday. He said his father sent him pants that probably won’t fit right. His father is a lampsman. He sells lamps.

I am walking in the rain. My pizza is in a bag. My bag is in a poncho. I hope my pizza doesn’t drip.

This is not a pizza. I am not going to eat this. After 2500 miles this summer and one month of sitting around tending to my grad school duties of hanging out and browsing the internet a piece of me has died. The big toe on my left foot has lost its shield.

I chopped up some fat dough under a drizzle. I am the fat dough. Most days my dough is skinny but I call it fat anyway. Maybe some day I will really let my dough be fat. I do not imagine a three inch thick dough being well and good but I like this idea inside the fat dough of a pizza filled with candy corn.

I breathe in arm chill through my nose. The days are growing colder but I warm my mornings with pizza blisters. A small child crosses a sidewalk in cow spots. He does not know the taste of garlic salt and cinnamon because I am afraid to offer him pizza. His mother gets ready to blow a rape whistle as soon as I open my mouth. I understand her fear. I have tucked my arm chill into a cardigan sweater made of barn oats and bluejay feathers.

I am slowly turning into a robot. I put things in my mouth but I no longer taste them. Many ideas do not make sense in my head. Some drank diet tonic water last night and today the only thing I’ve said is “Diet tonic soda!”