LIP CLICK THING

I am a hashtag. Of course I am. I am nothing if not a self-contained movement pushing softly against its vessel with warm perspiration and awkward handshakes. Aren't we all. I flew into your town the other night on the back of a giant bird to say a single word. "Thanks," I muttered breathlessly. It sounded like two dry lips clicking together and not like a word at all. Everyone stared. But like any good hashtag, I started a trend. Soon everyone in town started doing the lip click thing. It was great. I laughed all the way to the bank and while I was there I started a savings account. I tried to put three grilled cheese sandwiches and a dirty penny in the savings account. But the penny was so dirty that the bank lady said I couldn't put it in because people might think it was a bug.

Last night I dreamt my dad had a podcast.

NEW BOOK: Desiree Wrote Her Name in Japanese

I've watched like six episodes of The Office Season 9 (last season) over the last 48 hours or so.

One of the cleaning people are cleaning the keys of my piano and it is noise but how it sounds like sweet music to my ears over the pulsating rattle of the basement AC unit.

Not gonna listen to the Fall Out Boy / Missy Elliot "Ghostbusters" theme cover out of respect for Huey Lewis.

// A SONG COLLECTION ABOUT NOTHING AND EVERYTHING (CULTURE) IS COMING VERY SOON //

"Give me amazonaws or give me death."

Not sure what's up with the duct tape on this fence but I'm a fan.

LOOKING GOOD

in the neighborhood^ .

Fly on the eye of this dead bird

On the digital remnants of 'some people'^

On 'some people'^.

Time.

Not watching the Neil Young/Jimmy Fallon thing. Fight viral content #.

Watching The Office S09E04 on Netflix.