You ask for a hamburger, I give you a hamburger. You raise it to your lips and take a bite. Your eye twitches involuntarily. Across the street a father of three falls down the stairs. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. I give you a hamburger. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. You cannot swallow. There are children at the top of the stairs. A pickle shifts uneasily under the bun. I give you a hamburger. You look at my face, and I am pleading with you. The children are crying now. You raise the hamburger to your lips, tears stream down your face as you take a bite. I give you a hamburger. You are on your knees. You plead with me to go across the street. I hear only children's laughter. I give you a hamburger. You are screaming as you fall down the stairs. I am your child. You cannot see anything. You take a bite of the hamburger. The concrete rushes up to meet you. You awake with a start in your own bed. Your eye twitches involuntarily. I give you a hamburger. As you kill me, I do not make a sound. I give you a hamburger.

Feels like I'm doing nothing at all.
Nothing at all.
Nothing at all.

Those little puzzles you get in Christmas crackers.

"Why is this guy so close to me can he just move away please."

I really like The Matrix even though it isn't that great.

Internet. Pizza. My cat. My sleeping bag. Toothpicks. Nail file.

How did they make my phone so thin?

Awake until 6am talking about how much I hate video games while playing video games.

Five of my toes don't work. They just don't.

You like having conversations with people about things I don't know I'm not going to tell you what to do.