it is and was and will be again. so i am outside on the inside. i don't want to be and because you are supposed to be and because theres an entry fee i will remain so. sometimes always there are parts and wholes and bits gone, missing ruptured. theres bits i have cut out in order to stick things that cant fit in. i dont care so much that i do, not like you but i am. predictable in chaos but un in order. I dont know you but i do.

monkeys could do this thing better than i do, and they do. living somewhat outdatedly emotive but
theres always a but
and it frequently says, some of my best friends are monkeys.