Lately, I’ve had that feeling. The one where you feel something, something moving. It’s indistinct, yet unmistakeable at the same time. And it feels good, although also sort of anxious. It feels like I’m building up to something. So I’ve been trying to stick away from the internet a little bit, and read from books a lot bit. It’s been going well. It feels good. I have these vague plans, this vague intuition, to start moving and shaking. Above and beyond what I’ve done, what I’m doing here. To really turn up the heat and take it all to the next level. Whatever that means. Wherever that goes. I’m at the kind of point in my life where anything could happen, if I let it. Or, better yet, if I make it. So that’s what I’m gonna do. What I’m doing. It’s been a slower build up till now. A slower burn. I’m about ready to cut the brake cable though, and throw the pedal out onto the highway. Like maybe in the same way that Lorena Bobbitt threw her husband’s dick out the window. Cause she wasn’t going to be needing it any more. Or else maybe in a totally different way. I think there are a few fleas in my room. Not a lot, but it only takes one or two to be annoying. My brother’s cat has them. My brother’s cat’s name is Miko. It means “Michael” in Greek, supposedly. But he was actually named after some Japanese woman. I forget the story. It doesn’t matter. He’s a nice cat, but he only really let’s my brother pet him or hold him much. He’ll let me scratch the top of his head, just for a moment. If I try anything more than that he rowrs and opens his teeth at me. He has no front claws, but he’s still really good at catching and killing mice and birds and things. And fleas, apparently. Where was I? Right, changes. Growth. Moving onward and upward. All that good stuff. Get ready. Get fucking ready. Are you ready…? Fuck you.