Considering yourself a “fucked” person, you think, by default
Even though things are probably fine
Thinking it’s probably fine to consider yourself as “fucked”
Imagining being someone who is not fucked but just thinking of yourself again, and thinking that person is probably fucked
Imagining ways to feel more or less fucked and feeling unsure how to interpret the results
Imagining an expense report for the cost of your entire life up until the moment you submit the report
And how much that would be
What it would be like to even form an expectation about how much it would be
All tallied up
A meaningless number without any reference aside from your cumulative experiences in the world
Contrasting it with how much you’ve earned
Figuring out your billable hourly rate
Averaging it over time
Every hour
Washing a dish
Walking a dog
Drying something wet
Feeling incredibly embarrassed looking at a video someone posted to Facebook
Feeling incredibly embarrassed looking at Facebook
Feeling embarrassed from just looking, in a general sense
Just taking it all in
Eyes open
Asking yourself why you would do that
Thinking you can’t explain it
Accepting that you just would
Or did, have done
Eyes looking at themselves in a mirror
Looking at a clock and averaging it over time
Every day
Submitting a timecard after you figured out your hourly rate
Getting [some amount of money] for [some amount of time] looking at Facebook
Looking at the check for [some amount of money after taxes]
Feeling embarrassed for looking
Looking anyway
Thinking about submitting the next time card
Thinking about submitting, just, to whatever
Just submit
Walking through a shop and seeing a comb over
Walking down a street and thinking about a comb over
Thinking, “Would I comb over? Should I start thinking about that?”
Seeing two people appear to be both ugly and happy and feeling worried
Looking to the receipt you’re given at the end of your life as justification
Sitting in Heaven in a cafe with your spreadsheet and counting your previous life’s coffee cups
Thinking, “Oh wow, that’s a lot of coffee”
Thinking how you mean, like, all at once – if you had all those coffees, it would be very hard to concentrate on anything other than the feeling of having had an extraordinary amount of coffee
Asking the barista for a coffee
“Just the one,” you joke
Feeling embarrassed realising that that wasn't a joke
Saying, “No, I mean…Just one”
Because you only want one
And the barista saying, “I know”
Thinking, “I don’t know anything”
Remembering that there’s that scene in Gilmore Girls where Lorelai goes to a new coffee place and says, “Coffee coffee coffee”
And the barista gives her three coffees
Because she said, “Coffee coffee coffee”
Thinking about telling the barista about that scene
Thinking maybe she knows it already
Realizing you don’t know what your own opinion about that scene is
Tallying yourself up
Walking while holding coffee while thinking, “Coffee coffee coffee”
While thinking, “While thinking, ‘Coffee coffee coffee’ while thinking ‘coffee coffee coffee’ while thinking ‘coffee coffee coffee’”
Feeling like a barista in your own brain...pouring thoughts into your skull...or...something...maybe
Or maybe not
Yeah, maybe not
Acknowledging that you feel like total shit every single minute of your life
Thinking it's good to acknowledge that
Thinking it's probably bad though in a normal way
A way that feels intuitive
The only way, maybe
But thinking that's dumb and so it's probably better to think feeling like shit every minute of your life is good or something
Not really knowing anything
Accepting that
Accepting anything
Thinking maybe you mean everything but becoming worried that there are some things you don’t think you want to accept
Taking all three coffees unwillingly
Thinking this doesn’t seem like a joke
Wondering how many people died from drowning in coffee
Feeling indignant that it has to be a bucket of coffee as opposed to, like, a vat or something, or from just drinking out of a cup wrong
Trying to drown yourself with coffee out of your cup
Trying to drown the wrong/easy(?) way
But not really trying that hard
Walking out of the cafe without the coffee and the coffee sits there forever, because in Heaven no one takes someone else’s coffee, and the staff don’t dispose of it, because there’s no waste in Heaven
Feeling that Heaven is a waste
But feeling unsure what is being wasted, exactly
But feeling like it’s probably fine
Feeling like maybe everything/anything (pick one) is fine
Looking at the spreadsheet and thinking you had more sex than that
Thinking that seems like a small number
Saying, “Hey Peter! This number, you sure it’s correct?”
Peter saying he’ll check, but the numbers are usually correct
Meaning sometimes they’re incorrect
Waiting while Peter types into his MacBook
Thinking it’s funny that Peter types everything with just a single finger
Tap
Tap
Tap
Tap tap
Tap
Tap tap
Click
Yes
Saying, “Oh. You sure? ”
Yes
Oh
Folding the spreadsheet and tucking it into your robe
Feeling your body touching the inside of the robe
Feeling disappointed your penis isn’t suddenly longer in Heaven
Feeling upset that you have to wear a robe
Feeling upset that you’re upset
Watching a rolled sock fall out of your robe
Feeling like a rolled sock falling out of a robe
Feeling like the foot that used to be in the sock
Feeling whatever “coffee coffee coffee” feels like
Or something
Realizing Heaven sucks
But accepting it’s cool because it’s Heaven
Realizing you could accept anything
And there’s spreadsheets
Wondering whether this is manageable, if this was how things would be, in an unchanging way
Sucking on your cheek and thinking about it always being there
A mouth full of mouth
Chewing on teeth
Looking at someone’s eyes
Peeing on someone's pee hole
Feeling “sucked ” in a way that connotes feeling “fucked ” but still kind of different, like, along the same scale that sucking and fucking occupy re: sex stuff
Having to ask heaven to suck more gently
Hoping for an infinite, gentle suck
Almost always thinking about your penis somehow
Asking Peter about the suicide rate in Heaven
Waiting while Peter types into his MacBook
Continuing to think it’s funny that Peter types everything with just a single finger
Tap
Tap
Tap
Tap tap
Tap
Tap tap
Click
Thinking about how you’re pretty sure you saw Alexis Bledel once at a breakfast place in Seattle
Thinking about how she played Rory on Gilmore Girls
But you couldn’t be sure it was her
You let it go
You decided you didn’t really need to know if it was her or not
Let her live her life
Let her eat her breakfast
Let her drink her coffee
Coffee coffee coffee
St. Peter frowning at his MacBook
You poke Peter with a single finger
Peter saying, “Ow”
Poke
Peter saying, “Quit it”
Poke
There’s a red mark on Peter’s forehead
Feeling about the same size as a fingerprint on the forehead of an angel and wanting to be larger
Wondering if Alexis talks fast and says funny things like Rory does
Asking St. Peter to print off how many words Alexis said to you
Not waiting for a response
Worrying about the future
Asking Peter how many fingers you would need to have if you were going to count all the suicides in Heaven using your fingers
Imagining combing Alexis’ hair with your many-fingered hands and saying softly “When I die, I will grow another finger”
Then growing the finger
Nice and long
Coffee coffee coffee
Imagining a body made of fingers
Getting a tattoo of your wi-fi password
Forgetting what you were thinking about
Asking Alexis for advice over coffee
Not paying attention when she responds
But doing what she says anyway
Taking too long to respond to text messages
Spinning out off the highway
Not replying because it’s been too long since you should have replied
Losing friends this way
Losing your mind this way
Just...losing
Your friends saying how they expect this of you
Not feeling better about anything / everything
Your corpse clogging the drainage grate on Alexis’ street
They can’t get it out
So they chop it up and stomp on it a little bit
Hose everything down
Fingers bobbing in the ocean
St. Peter refusing to answer
Burning your tongue in Heaven
Haha what the fuck
Trying to drown yourself with coffee again
Trying to drown yourself for a cup of coffee, maybe, uh
T-shirt that says something about being grumpy without coffee
T-shirt that says something about killing yourself for a cup of coffee
Selling a million shirts
Killing yourself
Or just buying coffee
Whatever
Eating breakfast in bed
Sesame seeds in Alexis’ hair
Egg yolk on your undershirt
Looking at a bra strap and spacing out briefly
Thinking she reminds you of someone else
Eating the sesame seeds you plucked from her hair
Thinking about how no one in Heaven gets horny anymore
Wondering if you were ever horny in Heaven
Thinking about all the time you have
Deciding to try spend that time slowly eating meals of sesame seeds one at a time
Learning to use chopsticks by eating food from the heads of angels
Feeling hungry and always eating
Drinking coffee and feeling normal
Looking for new ways to feel
Looking for new ways to do an infinite number of things that take time
Still having time at the end
Thinking,“End”in a way that feels like pausing
Watching a YouTube advert and thinking end
Walking back towards your friends
St. Peter holds up a finger
Asks you to hold on
Holding on
Holding on for dear life
Holding on for dear coffee
Holding onto dear Peter’s finger
Coffee coffee coffee
Two million shirts
Watching streaming media on a small screen and feeling suicidal
Hiding in the bathroom
Avocado stain on her diaphragm
Thinking about how she’s old school
Googling how to use a diaphragm
Googling how to spell “Lorelai”
Googling how to be a good person
Thinking about those plastic toys you had as a kid which you turned inside out and if you waited, they’d pop, or jump, or jump after popping
Thinking about doing that with a diaphragm
Thinking about doing that with the plastic toy
Remembering the hole in the middle
Thinking about filling the hole with avocado
Forgetting what you were doing
Almost always forgetting
Memorizing slogans
Sending emails to your dead parents
Feeling every emotion possible by sheer chance
Loving yourself in spite of *waves noncommittally*
Feeling bored in Heaven
Haha, shit
Asking Peter a question but not listening to your own voice
Hearing St. Peter say a number
You can’t make sense of it
It requires other numbers, which you can’t make sense of, either
Thinking that maybe it’s by design
Letting St. Peter shoo you away
Letting yourself move on
Going with the flow
Letting it happen
Being a part of it happening
Thinking that maybe it’s by design
Coffee coffee coffee
Strawberry stain on your teeth
Holding Alexis Bledel and feeling her chew
Lifting your hand from the sheets and picking away sesame seeds one at a time
Looking out the window
Forgetting what you’re looking at
But looking at it anyway
Forgetting where you are
But being there anyway
Forgetting what you were doing
Pulling out by mistake
Blink and you’ll miss it
Haha is that from a Talking Heads song?
Alexis saying, “What”
Blink and you’ll miss it
No
Don’t you miss it
That’s it
Alexis Bledel saying, “What” again
Saying, “What”
Like you’re mocking her
“What, what, what”
She’s smiling
What?
“What what what”
She told you she likes it when you do shit like this
You’re pretty sure, at least
Sending “What” as a text and hearing her phone vibrate
She’s laughing
See, there you go
Thinking, “Good friends”
Thinking, “I hope”
Full-body chewing
Swallowing spit and crumbs and seeds
Turning up the TV
Feeling something concrete in the idea that “louder is better”
Dying several times while playing Mario and turning up the volume so you play better
Still dying, but louder
Holding your own hand
Asking Alexis if she wants a coffee
Hearing Alexis say “Just the one”
Laughing and then apologising for laughing
Saying, “I was joking”
Joking “Not really”
hah
Blink and you’ll miss it
And refusing to blink
Missing it anyway
Thinking, “Ok”
Getting the coffee
Then moving on
Infinitely moving on
Infinite blinks
Infinite moments skipped
Just gone
Feeling trapped in Heaven
Thinking that’s funny
Recognizing the low-level background murmur of self-loathing and doing the stupid bullshit that defines you anyway
Being nothing but the culmination of stupid bullshit that only you, being the culmination of stupid bullshit, could/can/will do (pick one?)
Feeling bad without feeling like you know anything else
Having sex without feeling like you're having sex or something
Saying, “What” to Alexis Bledel over and over again
Telling her about your girlfriend
Saying, “She’s really loud”
Saying, “I mean better”
Thinking, “Same thing”
Thinking, “Feeling loud and/or better”
Feeling neither loud nor better
Hearing a bell as Alexis walks out of a coffee shop
Telling yourself about making love to your girlfriend
Feeling like it’s gross
Like in an objective sense
Feeling everything is gross in an objective sense
Thinking about holding your girlfriend while she chews
Rolling over crumbs and feeling them stick to your back
Swallowing whatever is in your mouth maybe 99% of the time there is something in your mouth
Swallowing again but still feeling hungry
Sniffing butter stains on your socks
Remembering Bill Gates chewing a sesame seed bagel
Feeling less depressed
But still feeling depressed
Thinking I am depressed as an act of acceptance
Feeling yourself dying
Slowly
Then fast
Feeling like it’s the same thing
Thinking that’s probably ok
Blinking and missing it
Feeling good about it
Feeling yourself shaking St. Peter’s hand
Shaking it the same way every day for an infinite number of days
Thinking it’s also kind of gross
Thinking about what makes something clammy
Or dry
A firm handshake with your penis
St. Peter blushing and smiling
No, just kidding
“What, what, what, what, what”
Being mean about it
But smiling
Remembering things
Wanting to die, like, in a way that feels ironic
Struggling with how everything feels ambiguous but thinking it's funny because it isn't really a struggle, just some normal fucking bullshit
Never wanting to do anything
But doing shit anyway
Playing with her hair
Licking your own teeth
Thinking, “Strawberry stains”
Finding maple syrup in her hair
Thinking about why she isn’t playing with your hair or teeth maybe
Thinking about putting maple syrup in your hair
Thinking about going bald
Thinking about breaking up with Bill Gates
Thinking about how he combed over his hair for a while
Thinking about going bald in Heaven
Combing it over every day
Infinitely combing it over
No one realising it’s a comb over because comb overs in Heaven are very convincing
No one in Heaven looks too closely at each other’s hair
Thinking, “People would look at my hair if I didn’t have a comb over”
Realising you’re feeling horny in Heaven while looking at Peter
Not because Peter makes you horny, but because the only time you get to talk about sex is with Peter
Asking Peter how many fingers you would have to lose if you were going to count on all your fingers how many times Peter had had sex
Trying to comb Alexis’ hair without any fingers and dropping the comb
Feeling an infinite wave of combed hair fall across your face as you bend over
Infinitely bending over
The infinite droop
Feeling nostalgic for bullshit
And doing a small burp that tastes like coffee
Coffee coffee coffee
Thinking it’s really boring that in Heaven they don’t let you keep your MacBook
Thinking about scrolling mindlessly through Facebook
The infinite scroll
Being friends with everyone in Heaven (on Facebook)
Looking at old blogs
Getting bored
Switching tabs
Going for a walk
Bringing your MacBook to a cafe
Looking at Facebook again
Typing “Fac” into your browser and hitting enter while looking at Facebook and seeing Facebook
Thinking it’d be nice if you could still poke Peter on Facebook
Going out to ask Steve Jobs to make you a MacBook but you can’t find him
Going out instead to ask Bill Gates to make you a MacBook but realizing he’s not dead yet, so you can’t find him
Thinking, “I wish Bill Gates was dead”
Trying to drink your coffee with no fingers
And no straws, because there’s no waste in Heaven
Feeling like it's funny because you feel like a waste of what everything is
Feeling like being part of the infinite waste
Being a part of the comb over
One hair out of infinity
Feeling pressed against the balding head of God
Or something
You don’t know
You always feel a little distracted
Blink and you’ll miss it
Walking and trying to make sure every step is exactly the same
Worrying about the steps not being the same and someone looking over at you and thinking, “Why does that person walk like that?
Thinking that they would think that “They’re probably terrible in bed”
Being in bed and being terrible
Being in a bed and feeling hopeless in that all the wrong things have become hard
Being in bed and feeling your foot push into a puddle of crumbs
Thinking your foot feels terrible
Feeling like a foot that feels terrible
Thinking about Alexis piling up plates in her bed
Taking a photo of the plates and posting them Facebook with the message # breakfastinbed
See that the cafe in heaven has liked your picture on Facebook of the plates in Alexis’ bed
Like the photograph of your coffee in the cafe, untouched by anyone else, and comment # coffeecoffeecoffee #stillthere
Walking with steps which are not bad steps
Which is close enough to being good
Same thing
Saying, “I am good in bed” and hearing Peter say, “I know”
Looking at Alexis and saying, “I am good in bed” and hearing the bartender say, “Yeah, I know”
Feeling smart that you asked Alexis to the bar so she wears a nice dress
Telling Alexis that she looks like a instagram photo
Taking a photo and putting the photo on Facebook
Feeling embarrassed because you can’t remember your login for Instagram
Accepting that just because you can’t remember your childhood pet’s name doesn’t mean you had an unhappy childhood
Thinking it was a dog
Thinking you’d remember if it was a cat
Thinking that yeah, it was probably a dog
Feeling like if it was a dog you’d remember its name
Asking for coffee at a bar and drinking it with a thin black straw
Thinking that maybe it was a cat, then
Having to suck really hard through the straw and thinking, “This sucks really hard”
Thinking that you are “this”
Looking over to Alexis and saying, “This sucks really hard” but she can’t hear you
Feeling embarrassed when she says, “What”
Saying, “Nothing”
Forgetting whether it was her or not
Realizing the song has changed and then attempting to calculate how much you paid for each song from the entry fee
Averaged over time
Less and less without an end
Drinking your coffee from the cup and then feeling the straw poke you in the eye and saying, “Ow” and hearing Alexis say, “What” and saying, “This sucks really hard”
Accepting that you are always “this”
Accepting that you are always sucking really hard
Accepting 99% of what you suck...uh...like
Asking Peter for another drink and nodding as Peter says, “Coffee”
Wanting to stay at the bar longer so each song is cheaper
Thinking, This song is cheap
Watching Peter flirt with the barman but still paying full price for the coffee
Watching the barman give Peter (you) extra thin black straws
Wondering if the barman’s comb over ever dips in the drink
Finding it funny how bad you still feel after feeling bad for so long already
Squeezing someone’s knee under the bar
Thinking it doesn't matter anyway
Just letting her live her life
Thinking Peter should have given a bigger tip to say thank you for all of these straws
Thinking that a comb over probably tastes like gel
Realising you don’t know what gel tastes like
Probably like soap
Probably not much like soap
Wondering what soap tastes like
Stuck in the drainage gate
“This” as a soap scum motherfucker
Combed over in all ways
Drooping back down to earth
Stomping on soap bubbles from the overflow drain
Flirting with the barman who’s flirting with Alexis
Asking if they have maple syrup
Realizing Alexis doesn’t get the reference
Spending a long time washing your hands and thinking about who anyone ever really is in any concrete way
Not washing your hands in Heaven
Washing your hands in Heaven
Feeling like a part of the infinite soap scum on the surface of Heaven
Which doesn’t make any sense
But whatever
You can think about it later
Your brain feeling neatly combed over
Your brain feeling like an avocado stain filling the hole on an old plastic toy
Asking if they serve avocado
Just a side order
Thank you
Forgetting to pay
Forgetting you don’t have to pay
Going back and getting more coffee
Half-eating a scone
Wishing there were birds in Heaven
Feeling like a dead bird falling out of the sky
Part of the droop
Paying for the avocado and feeling surprised that you have to also pay for the coffee, even though you were being honest and you feel like that kind of behaviour should be encouraged
Leaving a good tip
Sneezing into a cloth napkin
Vaguely convincing yourself that you can actually change almost anything about your thoughts, feelings, personality, etc. simply by deciding to, and that it would work, but then thinking that's stupid before letting yourself try to do it earnestly
Never changing
So never feeling better
Waking up every day and feeling [something]
Trying to change the sheets
Looking through invoices
Reaching out to more established names in the community to source promotional blurbs for your suicide note
Saying, “What” no matter what
Missing your friends
Thinking about a greasy comb over
Feeling like it’s part of the [something]
Realising that if you cared enough to have a comb over, you would probably also use shampoo
Wondering if all soap tastes the same, even though they smell very different
Thinking vaguely about that being meaningful in a way you can't articulate
Thinking that the worst part about eating shit would be the texture
Wishing your friends were dead
Thinking about how you can’t believe you have to wake up tomorrow to shake Peter’s hand
Remembering that Bill Gates was your friend
Remembering other things
Kissing Alexis Bledel’s shoulder blades
Thinking, “Hey Rory” while looking at your spit pressed onto her skin
Alexis telling you about her time at college
Telling you about what she wanted vs. what she ended up with
Feeling too embarrassed to ask Alexis where she went to college
Trying to google “Alexis Bledel college” on your mobile without Alexis seeing
Making a lot of typos
Saying, “Nothing, just looking at Facebook” as you lock your screen
Frowning at her until she smiles
Alexis Bledel breaking up with you in a way that feels obvious now
But not at the time
Maybe
Blinking so you’ll miss it
Then missing it
Feeling normal/fucked
Looking back on your life and thinking, “Haha”
Going for a walk
Wearing a robe
Shopping for breakfast supplies
Accidentally stealing some hair gel
Or maybe it was on purpose
Putting your finger through a bagel hole while waiting in line and thinking about how bagels would be better if they were perfect, flat discs
Thinking maybe angels are bagels
Feeling drunk in the hotel bathroom
Planning a trip to Seattle
Watching Windows ‘98 adverts on the plane
Masturbating in the airplane bathroom
Asking Peter to tally up how many times you masturbated in an airplane bathroom
Telling Peter, “Just kidding”
Asking Peter if he wants to get some breakfast instead
Thinking,“Same thing, maybe”
Getting drunk while working on spreadsheets
Same thing, maybe
Jumping off a bridge
Same thing
Eating soap
Same thing
Drowning in coffee
Same thing
Acknowledging you’re probably fine
Imagining ripping yourself up like an expense report you don’t care about anymore because you’re friends with Bill Gates and he likes to pay for breakfast
Offering to buy the next breakfast knowing you won’t have to buy the next breakfast but not knowing if there will be another breakfast
Thinking of ordering three coffees
Thinking maybe your penis hasn’t grown in Heaven but that all the other penises have gotten smaller
Same thing
Asking Bill if you can use his MacBook
Asking your girlfriend if she wants to have a shower
Feeling embarrassed and saying, “You don’t smell”
Alexis saying, “I know”
And not believing her
But it’s about something else
Saying, “You smell nice, I mean”
Saying you just want to be in the shower
Saying you find it easier when you’re in the shower
Feeling unsure what “it” is
Thinking about struggling to not towel off your head even if you didn’t wash your hair
Committing to at least always rinsing your hair so you can just always towel off your head
Forgetting you put those moments from your life into the book already and feeling unease when you read it later
Holding your breath
Taking the plates to the kitchen
Thinking about Facebook
Thinking about the scene in Gilmore Girls when Lorelai and Rory have a shower together
Thinking about having sex with a snowman
Thinking about licking the suds from your comb over in the shower
Thinking about how it tastes like soap
Wondering if you know what soap tastes like
Thinking maybe you don’t
Probably like gel, you think
Thinking about taking a shower with Bill Gates
Same thing
Rinsing off your diaphragm in the shower
Putting more maple syrup in your hair
Using her exfoliating coffee grounds and cocoa nib body scrub
Peeing in the shower, discreetly
Chopped up in the drainage grate
Walking your dogs on the freeway
Publishing a collection of poems about chainsaws
Getting a tattoo of a chainsaw without telling anyone
Arguing with Peter about coffee
Feeling embarrassed and saying something stupid
Tallying up all the time you spent saying something stupid
Seeing how much your idiocy was worth
Thinking, “That’s really stupid ”
Asking Peter how much coffee you’d be able to buy with that much money
Seeing him jiggle the cord on his MacBook
Scratching your ass in Heaven
Feeling combed over
Feeling the infinite droop
Drinking coffee in the dark
Scrubbing off your own skin and draining all your blood
No, just kidding
Using a gun
Haha
Feeling good about saying shit like that and making Bill Gates laugh
Peeing less discreetly and trying to determine if he’s cool with it
Borrowing Alexis Bledel’s robe in Heaven
Blowing your nose in an English muffin
Blowing out your brains with an English muffin
Blowing out your brains with three cups of extremely strong pour over coffee in a Seattle breakfast place while arguing with yourself about approaching Alexis Bledel
Deciding not to approach her
Approaching her anyway
Starting a life together
Blinking and missing it
Thinking about blinking
Thinking about missing it
Having sex with Bill Gates and showering off together
Reaching across the table to eat a fried potato wedge from Alexis Bledel’s plate
Licking the syrup from Bill Gates’ shoulder blades
Busting a nut deep in his ass hole [remove this line]
Looking into Alexis Bledel’s eyes from across the table
Regretting yourself, like, simply the idea of you
Regretting saying, “Hi” to her first
But not really regretting it
You’re not sure
Trying to figure it out
Thinking about blinking and feeling your eyeballs dry up
Not wanting to blink
Not wanting to miss it
Thinking that you are “it”
Starting to want to miss it, maybe
Remembering that story you read on Facebook about the person who was stung by a blue-ringed octopus and how they had to have people breath into their mouth to keep them alive, but no one shut their eyes for the 10 minutes it took for the ambulance to arrive and that although they survived, they were blind because the sun had burnt through their eyeballs and thinking all of this with your eyes drying out and worrying about octopuses and not even understanding how they can sting you, like, which part of an octopus is the stinger?
Asking Bill how a jellyfish can sting you and then apologising and saying, “Octopus” and then saying, “I think I mean octopus” and then saying, “Sorry” and then saying, “I think it has to be blue” and then waiting but nothing happens
Nothing ever happening
Being in love anyway
Spreading a jellyfish onto an English muffin
Blowing your brains out with a bottle of maple syrup
Same thing
Looking for someone in Heaven with sunglasses and a cane and hoping that they can teach you about blue-ringed octopuses
Giving them your coffee but they won’t take it
Following them and saying, “Coffee coffee coffee”
Feeling pretty certain that they went blind on a beach, even though it never said anything about a beach at all in the story
Thinking about octopuses in a park
Thinking about octopuses in a temperate forest
Thinking Sherlock Holmes would probably hear that story and assume it happened on a beach and feeling like Sherlock Holmes
Feeling like something other than a dumbass for a minute
Feeling good (for a minute)
Accepting this along with everything/anything else
Seeing Bill Gates’ tanlines and thinking that the person doing mouth to mouth resuscitation was probably getting sand everywhere and how sweaty their lips would have been
Using your arm to wipe off the sweat from your lips before smiling
Always preparing for smiling
A smile always waiting to come up
Feeling like the thing that happens before the smile
Or after
Using your arm to wipe off the sweat from your lips before kissing Bill Gates
Knowing that there were no clouds that day, because their eyeballs burnt while looking into the sky
Watching that shitty Sherlock Holmes movie with that guy in it who sucks
Feeling like the entire movie
Because you/it suck
Laughing at the shittiness
Admiring people who laugh for other reasons
Remembering how it felt to put suntan cream on Alexis and kissing her shoulder blades and tasting coconut
Holding coconuts and thinking about killing yourself and asking Peter if he’s hungry
Buying Alexis a blue ring and giving it to her and saying, “Haha I’m not going to marry you” and feeling paralised and saying, “I was joking” and not knowing if you had to get married then
Frowning until she smiled
Thinking it would be pretty cool to be married to Alexis
Thinking, “I would rather be married to Alexis than Peter”
And being married to Peter, actually
Thinking, “I would rather be married to Peter than have a comb over”
And having a comb over, actually
Thinking, “I would rather have a comb over than to have to lie on the beach having my eyeballs burnt out, feeling really depressed and unable to stop anything from happening because I got stung by an octopus”
Hearing how dumb that sounded but accepting that it was real
Feeling like that's just true for everything in a general way
Lying on your back and thinking, “Oh no”
Feeling like a dumb thing happening
Feeling like the dumbest thing that is happening
Saying, “Dumb things happen” and feeling depressed
Thinking,“Blink or you’ll miss it” and feeling depressed
Thinking about a jellyfish and peanut butter sandwich and feeling depressed
Thinking, “I mean an octopus” and feeling ok
Not being sure if you really mean it, though
Any of it
Still feeling depressed, maybe
Thinking about an octopus while rinsing Bill Gates’ underwear in the sink
Thinking about an octopus doing laundry in the sink because Alexis Bledel’s washing machine is broken
Scratching at the egg yolk stuck at the fly in your underwear
Opening the toilet in the airplane bathroom and finding an octopus
Ejaculating onto the octopus and pushing the flush button and seeing everything disappear
Asking the flight attendant for three coffees
Holding Alexis’ hand during the turbulence
Because she asked you to
Feeling pretty sure everything ends
Drinking all three coffees
Feeling like a broken washing machine
Looking forward to the landfill
Feeling fucked up
Looking forward to having purpose
Being 30,000ft in the air and being calm and feeling Peter’s hand holding yours
Scratching at the semen stuck to the crotch stitching in Bill Gates’ underwear
Thinking about that scene in Gilmore Girls where Dean jerks off onto a pot roast
Thinking that doesn’t seem right but not getting too worried about it
Hearing Alexis burp and smelling coffee
Holding your girlfriend’s hand and feeling fucked
But feeling fucked in a good way
Like the good kind of fucked
Like the kind of fucked that’s early in the night and cuddling under the covers
Buying a pint of strawberries from a fruit stand and thinking about telling the fruit stand guy about having sex with Bill Gates but then not saying anything
Thinking that’s probably fine
Thinking he has enough of his own problems as it is
Wondering whether you think having sex with Alexis Bledel is a problem
Wondering what’s wrong with your brain while eating strawberries in Alexis Bledels’ bed
Wondering how you ended up in her bed
Wondering why you ever left
Wishing you could ask the fruit stand guy how big his penis is
Thinking you could maybe wait until he goes to the bathroom so you could go with him and pee while he pees and try and look at his penis
Then comparing his penis to Bill Gates’ penis
Comparing every penis in the spreadsheet to every other penis in the spreadsheet
Making a rainbow table of penises
Walking around with a swagger that tells others that you feel like you’re fucked but in a good way
Shaking your dick while you pee to make it get a little bigger to help the comparison
Feeling like the dribble of piss hitting the fruit stand guy's shoes
Asking Alexis what growing up in Texas was like after googling Alexis Bledel and seeing she grew up in Houston
Hoping that Alexis Bledel didn’t see you google “Alexis Bledel”
Feeling worried that maybe there’s a different Houston
Asking Alexis Bledel if she’s watched Gilmore Girls
Frowning until she smiles
Feeling bad until someone else feels good
Then feeling good
Asking your girlfriend to shake your penis
Accepting the outcome no matter what she says
Telling yourself that you trust her to make the right decision for your penis
Living in that moment before she reacts
Living infinitely in that moment
But still blinking and missing it
Forgetting whether she shook it or not
Feeling like the infinite light of God refracted in a droplet of piss on the tip of a penis
Asking Peter to tally up the number of times you shook your own penis
Frowning until he smiles
Shooting the shit with St. Peter and asking how many times you’ve watched Gilmore Girls
Laughing as Peter types into the computer with one finger
Tap
Tap
Tap
Tap
Tap tap
Tap tap
Tap
Tap
Click
Laughing as he reads a number a little bit larger than the last time you asked him
Feeling good about Heaven even though it kind of sucks
Laughing as you watch Gilmore Girls
Laughing and feeling this is manageable
Skipping the advert for Windows ‘98
Feeling good about everything even though it all kind of sucks
Texting Peter about each scene and having to pause the episode because you don’t want to miss anything and Peter texts back really slowly
Letting time pass
Jerking off in the airplane bathroom and watching Gilmore Girls on a Microsoft-branded tablet
Feeling like you’re in a commercial
Feeling like you made it
Feeling like you’re complicit
Feeling like a part of the end of the world
Like a cog that doesn’t matter
But still a cog
Part of the whole
Part of the ash covering the Earth
Part of the infinite droop
Watching three dots on Facebook messenger and laughing about how Peter texts with one finger
Asking Bill Gates to buy Peter an iPhone so he can use Siri
Frowning until he smiles
Wondering where Steve Jobs is
Knowing Steve Jobs is dead and that he’s in Heaven
But not knowing where in Heaven
Not knowing that much about Heaven despite being in Heaven
Knowing he’s not in the cafe
Maybe now?
Knowing that your coffee is still in the cafe because in Heaven no one drinks each other’s coffee and thinking that that is boring, in a friendly way
A good kind of boring
A friends with benefits kind of fucked
Thinking that life is easier just saying what you don’t know
Not knowing if life is easier saying things that you don’t know or saying that there are things you know you don’t know
Same thing
Calling Alexis while crying
Clogging her shower drain
Introducing her to Bill Gates
Going out for breakfast
Looking at a comb over and thinking, “I don’t know”
Looking out your window and seeing Seattle
Thinking, “That looks like Seattle” while looking out your window
Thinking that you couldn’t be sure
Deciding that you didn’t really need to know if it was Seattle or not
Letting it go
Letting Seattle live her life
But still being fucked by Seattle in the ass
No, not really
But…maybe?
No, just joking
Thinking, “Just a little joke for you”
Feeling Alexis feeling uncomfortable
Her frowning until you frown
Then she smiles
Her saying, “Just a little joke for you”
Her telling you about boy problems
Feeling like she’s better than you in every possible way
Despite the problems
Or because of the problems
Feeling good but also bad
Forgetting what “Seattle” means
Then remembering
Getting off the plane and feeling jealous that Alexis had other people over to visit
Trying to figure out a plan for the rest of your life
Looking at those round towers from that Modest Mouse album cover
Feeling like the guitar part at 6:32 in “Teeth Like God’s Shoeshine”
Feeling like a piece of shit dangling from an ass
Feeling like the ass that a piece of shit is dangling from
Feeling like feeling like both of those things at the same time is good in some kind of spiritually significant way
Feeling unsure about whatever it is you’re thinking about whenever you’re thinking about something
Buying a coffee and dropping it on the sidewalk
Feeling like both the coffee and the cup
Feeling like a dumbass for feeling like that
Then feeling normal
Feeling like a person in Seattle
Feeling like Seattle is the asshole and you are the dangling piece of shit
Feeling like your brain is the asshole and everything you know about Seattle is the piece of shit
Feeling like you don’t know much about Seattle
But still tallying up everything else you know about Seattle
Putting it in a spreadsheet
Selling over two million shirts and being indirectly/directly responsible for the deaths of six-hundred and ten people
Getting buried in a T-shirt
Thinking it’s inappropriate to be buried in a T-shirt then thinking, “So what”
Getting drunk and reading from the book of barn poems in front of strangers
Feeling self-conscious about being yourself
Selling a copy of your book of barn poems to Alexis Bledel
Not realizing it’s her
Imagining all the ways you could ever feel good because of Alexis Bledel
Playing hockey with a dog
Writing ba rn poems
Writing non-barn poems about barn poems
Same thing
Three periods
Barking like a goalie
Eating french fries with Milo Ventimiglia at 3 in the morning
Talking so much about yourself that he feels bad
Texting Bill Gates at 5 in the morning
Googling somewhere to go for better french fries
Never going back to the office
Sleeping while drunk
Visiting Bill Gates at his estate and asking to hear about the time he stacked all that paper to show how good his computer was
Listening and feeling good/distracted/same thing
Asking to see the photo on Bill’s MacBook and holding his hand
Feeling how it feels to do that for the first time
Forgetting it isn’t the first time
Saying, “Hey Siri, play the Gilmore Girls soundtrack”
Seeing Peter change the song
Tap
Tap
Tap tap
Tap
Click
Saying, “Hey Siri, how many times have I drunk coffee”
Laughing as Siri types your question with one finger, very quickly
Taptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptap
Feeling impressed
Feeling impressed in a friendly way
Thinking maybe it was a cat
Wishing you could remember, so you could sign into Instagram and like Bill Gates’ photo of the stacked paper
Asking Peter what your childhood pet was and Peter refusing to look it up
Calling Peter an asshole and walking to the cafe again
Picking up your coffee but not drinking it because it’s cold and you hate cold coffee
Feeling bad about what you said
All of it
Everything
Every word (Any word?)
Feeling bad about it
Looking at the spreadsheet
Apologizing to Peter
An infinite number of apologies all swirling down from Heaven and onto the Earth
An infinite number of apologies destroying every remaining city
Apologizing for that, too
Feeling sure that you meant it
All of it
Everything
Every word
Pouring apologies down to Earth because why not
Pouring soap in your coffee because why not
Pouring coffee in your soap because why not
Rubbing coffee grounds across your body
Thinking about being like compost, but cold
Being buried in the compost bags you get for free from Starbucks
Realising no one in Seattle takes the bags of compost because no one in Seattle has a garden
Thinking that doesn’t sound right
Thinking it anyway
Pouring orange juice onto Alexis Bledel because why not
Embracing Bill Gates from behind and smelling his hair because why not
Getting maple syrup on your face because why not
Getting avocado on your diaphragm because why not
Getting ripped apart by a giant octopus because why not
Trying not to think about which part of an octopus can sting you
Maybe the ink?
Probably not the ink
Why not
Feeling like two people
Each disappointing the other
Each accepting it for what it is
But each wanting it to be different, maybe
Or not
Being fine with how your life sums up
Appreciating the tally for what it is
But also feeling bad about it
Feeling like you’re two people because this is how two people feel at the same time
Wondering if you’re normal
Accepting that you’re not
Worried that you think of yourself as special, then feeling guilty in an unsustainable way
Skipping breakfast and ordering an espresso to go
Walking past your cold coffee
Throwing yourself out of bed and into a different bed
Crashing a plane into a mountain that looks like your bed
Falling asleep in the wreckage
Falling in love in the wreckage
Waiting for Alexis to die so you can ask her some questions
Asking yourself the same questions
Running out of things to think about
Thinking new things anyway
Pretending you’re in Heaven
Feeling your own skin with the skin on your fingers
Stroking Bill Gates’ thinning hair
Asking him about St. Peter
Letting the sunlight fall languidly on your bare chest while Bill Gates eats an English muffin
Rubbing two crumbs together while he gets ready for work
Watching the crumbs turn into more crumbs
Making new crumbs out of the old crumbs
Contributing to the crumbling
The Infinite crumble
Feeling like a crumb being rubbed against another crumb and turning into more crumbs
Feeling like the new crumbs
Dropping the crumbs in your coffee
Feeling like the new crumbs in the infinite coffee
Trying to drown in the infinite cup of crumbs
Watching Bill Gates bend over
Letting yourself watch
Feeling like Alexis Bledel
Feeling unsure what she’d think about anything
Waiting for the burp
Watching someone rub the world against another world
Watching it turn into crumbs
Smelling coffee but not hearing anything
Watching Peter type with a different finger
But still only one finger
Asking Peter what the name of your childhood pet was but then immediately apologising
And really meaning it
Saying, “That doesn’t sound like a dog’s name”
Peter telling you that he’s off to lunch and that he’ll see you later
Or not
Same thing
Wondering everything, with enough time
Swimming very slowly
Holding your breath and looking for an octopus with your eyes closed
Feeling anxious about not opening your eyes
You think it might be a good thing to tattoo “close my eyes” onto your chest
Thinking if the octopus was in a temperate rainforest, no one would see your tattoo
Cutting your finger on some coral and seeing a shark
Seeing a shark but only feeling disappointed
The shark says, “Not even an ‘Oh no!’”
Not saying anything to the shark and hoping it swims away
Still looking
Finding the wrong things
Feeling interested that your finger is still bleeding
Thinking a shark is not a jellyfish
Saying, “I mean an octopus”
Finally hearing the shark swim away
Feeling bad
Feeling responsible
Same thing
Trying to log into instagram to see photographs of a blue ringed octopus
Wishing you had your MacBook, so you could Google “blue ringed jellyfish”
Did you mean “Blue Ringed Octopus?”
Same thing
Thinking it’s funny that there’s no books in Heaven
Writing “Careful! Octopus!” in braille on your coffee mug to make sure no one drinks your coffee
Hoping someone tries to drink your coffee
Knowing they won’t
But hoping anyway
Feeling that way about a lot of stuff
Then feeling other things
Part of the droop
Part of everything
Part of everything crumbling
Sprinkling the crumbs onto her back
Combing her hair over the crumbs
Thinking about an octopus with a comb over
Thinking about getting into a fist fight with Vincent Paul Kartheiser
Thinking about calling Alexis Bledel “Rory” without realizing it
Thinking about getting your ass kicked by Bill Gates
But in a good way
A way that feels nice
Not even really an ass-kicking
Just snuggling
Pouring coffee on the sheets
Deliberately making mistakes
An infinite number of mistakes
Confusing mistakes for accomplishments
Forgetting more faces than you remember
Forgetting more people than were in your life
Letting your brain do whatever it is it’d do without you
Feeling good about it
Feeling ok or some other way that's similar to ok
Telling people you love them
Buying them coffee
Holding their hands on an airplane
Forgetting you’re not in Heaven
Then forgetting you’re in Heaven
Then forgetting nothing
Remembering it all
Forgetting this is what heaven feels like
Like a manageable sucking
Gentle
Like, in a good way
Having to pick which parts to care about
Not having any of it picked for you
Having to have the final say
Having to tally it all up
Looking at the spreadsheets
Pouring coffee on the spreadsheets
Feeling like the finger Peter uses to type on his MacBook
Feeling like your normal-sized penis tucked into your robe
Feeling the tuck
Feeling like a part of the infinite tuck
Feeling like a part of the infinite tuck that holds everyone down
The end of the Earth but it’s fine
It’s part of the tuck
Accepting you don’t know what normal size is
Accepting you don’t know what normal...anything is...or...something
Understanding normal to you doesn’t mean normal
Feeling normal anyway
Or not not not special
It's whatever
Sweeping off the crumbs
Sweeping yourself off the table
A normal kind of sweeping
A normal walk that says, “I am normal in bed”
A normal sex life that says, “I am normal outside of bed”
Trying to be normal
Not knowing how not to be normal
Accepting it doesn’t matter
But assuming maybe it does
Trying to forget who you are
Trying to turn into crumbs
Feeling unsure if you're ever successful
Thinking, “Heaven is exactly how I expected it to be”
Saying out loud, “I bet Heaven is normal” and hearing Alexis say, “What” and feeling like a comb over
The Infinite comb over
Feeling like the single hair left on the half-eaten English muffin on the bedside table
Soaking up coffee with your robe
Thinking about drinking a small amount of coffee from Alexis Bledel’s navel
Thinking about getting some espresso
Feeling like Bill Gates swimming in a cup of coffee
Feeling like semen in the small moment before it splashes into the toilet water
Feeling like the semen that didn’t get to make you
Feeling like all of the semen that ever came out of anyone
Feeling soaked up
Feeling fucked
Forever
Never, ever happy
Not once
But feeling fine
Feeling like breaking up with Bill Gates
Wasting water in the shower
Thinking about drainage gates
Feeling bloated from breakfast
Feeling like the maple syrup in her hair
And feeling like that’s good
Like it feels right
Because it feels right
Because you put it there
And it’s yours
And you can take it back any time you want
But never taking it back
Feeling every way you can possibly feel
Because you have an infinite number of moments to feel
Feeling bad that that’s all you have to look forward to
Looking forward to it/feeling distracted/good/fucked/etc.
Trying to put it in a book to make sense of it
Not making any sense of it
Because you can’t
Because it’s true
And that sucks
The Infinite “because” vs. the Infinite “why”
Dissociating while maintaining eye contact
Blinking
Pushing potatoes around on your plate
Not thinking up an answer
Letting the “why” just be there
Part of the cafe
Part of your life
Frowning until she smiles
Then smiling