I feel the need to do something really constructive. Like paint the inside of my nostrils. Or learning how to blow glass so I can make some killer marijuana paraphenelia. Or going on a walk and picking blackberries, just so I can take my fruits and mash them to liquid and pretend that it's make-up. Cover my eyes. Cover my lips. Dot them on my cheeks. Or making a yellow submarine out of paper mache. And hanging to my ceiling from fishing line. And copy and paste it out of thin air and send the duplicate to Lauren Taylor in Chicago. Or taking my computer's mouse and hot-glueing it to the wall. (How the fuck do you spell glue with 'ing' on the end.) Or going on myspace and completely re-doing my profile. Turn it upside down. Wear it on my sweater. And turn it inside out. Or discovering the first real alien that steps foot onto our planet Earth. Or continue to get really stoned and just completely ramble on with roses patched to my feet. I feel so beautiful. Sun's rays are beautiful. People are beautiful. Love is beautiful. Love is love. All you need is love. I want to watch I Am Sam. Yeah.