If I kept a diary it might look something like this
I am periodically losing sleep. The mother of my dear friend touched my hair this morning and laughed at her own jokes, and I wonder greatly at how my friend turned out as level-headed as he. I wonder what she thinks of me and what she knows. The temperature in the air was clement, and I heard some good words sadly misused. I tried making music again but I am afraid I may have lost something. At any rate it is not here tonight, and I need to get a piece of wood and glue flotsam and jetsam onto it. There is so much waiting inside my hands; I wish I knew where it comes from. Secret secret secret. Any word repeated enough times in succession sounds alien. Why why why? Last night and this morning I was given some goosebumps all along the right side and the left side of my skin. I went home and washed them off. Thinking about the creators who went mad or sent others into madness on account of their creations makes me queasy sometimes. Especially tonight when no one is near my mouth to listen. And so such a paragraph is tapped into the web.
