Me and a Few Things.

Winter is coming, I told you it would, but no matter, in Los Angeles it is never cold. And it London, where it might sometimes get cold, and where it might sometimes snow, it is never as cold as other places, such as Iceland, or Norway, or Canada. And this, I should think, enables me to keep my blood warm, my throat loose, and my mind willing to abandon what it might otherwise bring along. I want to visit every state. To do this I need money, something which I am unsure how to acquire. I want to be in North Africa. To do this I will need to learn Arabic, but that, hopefully, I will do with time. I love Death Valley even though I’ve never been. I love to run around even though I’m not allowed. When it’s sunny I eat baby carrots on the grass and ponder my size relative to everything else, which sometimes is huge but mostly is tiny, really tiny, but I don’t mind one bit.