there comes a point when i'm not sure that calories matter anymore. or when you're at a party and you find yourself in the basement with a goat or a ram or some stone statue in the form of a form. smiling because you feel obligated. laughing because you feel sorry. smoking to feel something different. anything different. the reaction of honey in ice water. falling to the bottom. it molds together and forms, glowing. forming glows. i just want you all to know that good people do exist. they are out there. they probably aren't where you'd expect them not to be but they might be in my stomach.