To my immense embarrassment at times, the following passage was written, using the first words to come to mind, one Sunday morning at 3 am.
Rainbows and butterflies, waiting for food at the church singing carols. I waited all day on my bicicleta. I ride so fast, my legs burn, insane. Father Christmas is in Southampton. Imagination is the key. Coins fill my belly and give me sleep apnea. Compulsive shock therapy. Matt was my best friend, why is my insecurity paralysing me like Pikachu? I used a sharpener to circumcise an elephant. Torpedoes are sailing but infringe Exclusive Economic Zones. The Greeks are suiting up, I am a traitor, silly enough to get gangrene. Why is my mother so fat? Strawberries are beautiful. Coldplay is gay. Transceiver seduces wifi through my ipad. Daisy is a cow. Why not eat my penis? Oh how I laugh in embarrassment. Today/tonight is going to be good. Healthy apples. Sikh temples in Manchester. Oh my god I've done it again.
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