Lizards on the Airlines

I think I'll just let my fingers go for a moment. I have a lot of cleaning to do, but my feet need the rest. I guess it's just the way my life is right now. I did ok tonight.
If I were to tell you my secrets you'd see how very alike one another we are. And you'd see how very much different we are. I don't think you want that.
It's like heroine. It's like cats and cheese. Mice and sneakers. All these things it's like. Most of all, it's impossible. I feel like I'm going to be this way my whole life. I don't know what to do. i don't know who to acknowledge. If I was Micheal, I'd meow. If I was less crazy, I'd go to bed. But I have cleaning to do. I'm strangely awake, my nap being interrupted by work. I'm strangely alive, having been dead for all these years. I'm strangely curious. Curious.
The two that are I love. I love them both. It's a terrible and wonderful thing. The damned and the blessed. Osmo.

Osmo.