i want to

i have to

i'm going to,

lest i be stopped

on the way home.

just now

i looked into my head

to see what i could see

to see all that i know

so as to find somewhere to go

but despite all that i've read

and all that appears to be

when i looked into my head

i discovered it was empty

thoreau up

at least

here i am

a regular, aspiring

kierkegaard

trying to do

it's something;

when heidegger

tells me

anxiety

is also a

necessary condition.

really, heidi?

then why do

i feel

the need

for a 

warm wash towl?

i'm a genius in the morning.

erase

erase

erase

erase

erase.

someone told me

they could smell the

cromagnum

as soon as i walked

through the door.

explanation please? 

what do we twitter?

because i cannot 

justify an answer to 

that question,

i will no longer

twitter

my life away.

au revoir facebook!

auf wiedersehen myspace!

hello authenticity. 

spencermary

needs a friend

or a psychologist.