Souls are useless anyway, you wouldn’t want one. today was a good day but whittle whittle happened and another part fell off whittle whittle away. layer after layer, cell after cell, the whittle whittle way, aways. aways my soul and eats my face, whittle whittle whittle. today was a good day only by comparison. i need to rebuild; i do that by writing. write write write where’s that soul, right, write; somewhere in these words stopwhittle stop, whittle, stop. count them now unwhittle one percent of chance unstop the writewrite. somewhere in these words sexwrite somewrite soulwrite singwrite, soulleft. Hah.