What I feel

I feel like making things.
I would love to make things. making things makes I feel yellow.
I feel yellow too?
Can yellow be a feeling?
Good question. Stop biting -- Good. Now I feel better. Stop for good.
No fucking way.
I'm addicted to it.
Nails are like my comfort food.
Your nails are my metal.

We lost stuff here.
Now I feel sad.
EVEN MORE SAD ABOUT CHERRIES!
Why mourn them? Rejoice in the passing on of the cherry!
It can be like a cherry wake.
A rebirth of the cherry soul?
Exactly.
I feel it. I can dig. YES.
Now I envision the molecules of what used to be cherry floating up into our atmosphere.
It's a cherrysphere!
What silly words those are.
Sph---...
aphogus.
Sphahogus?
No, sphaphogus.
It sounds yiddish.
OH NO!!!! I forgot wahat I was going to say.
Sad day. Instead, I'll bring up another topic of interest: Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.
Um. Lumpy, moe, larry, joe, ralph, steven, and bob.
Did you just make those up?
WOW!!!
Now I'm just too impressed to carry on with this thread. Time to publish this fucker.