i had some good thoughts today. if you forget them they seem better in a way, more elusive. you can allude to them like fish. i'm jealous of mister's tongue, and his lack of concern about purity. he makes everything pure like that. i have to forget, and fall and feel like a blue footed booby trapped in a tippy human. like extinct species of ones we never see, you just have to take my word for it, and i have to believe, my lost thoughts existed and may exist yet, somewhere in some more retentive brain-pan.