dear smile at me diary,
close your eyes and imagine me right behind you there. i don't much care where you are- even if you're in your car or at home hiding from your wife or at the office late at night. we could share a laugh. it would be so easy. everything is funny to me, as i am entertained so easily. i like to watch the hair grow from a man's face and there is something so intoxicating about the way sweat tastes. i love to listen to really silly stories and i love to poke holes in all of your worries. i love to make someone feel special and have that feeling returned to me and someday someone will see the beauty of my lips again and listen to dumb stories and if they don't, i'll prolly just be standing behind them in line at the supermarket making them laugh anyway- watching the hair grow out of their chin and then quickly returning home to make dinner for the grump and the unibomber.