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All right, okay... Thinking... Thinking, thinking Hmm... Thi-inking. Thinking about...um... What am I thinking about? Um...I don't know! I don't know what I'm thinking about. What am I thinking about? Um, like...a big... ...a cloud... Thinking about a coin rolling down a hill... Thinking about...a frisbee...rolling down a hill... Thinking about how funny it is when frisbees roll— They roll sorta lopsided and then kinda get caught rolling into themselves Like when dogs get stuck like chasing their old own tail Like a frisbee will eventually— No frisbee will roll perfectly down a hill Eventually every frisbee lops of course to the side Where it then circles around itself You know? Thinking about, like, I don't know thinking about... How a dog...thinking about a dog Looking at a turtle and getting jealous of the shell So it goes and finds like a skateboard And it just ties the skateboard to its back As if its back were a tail—not a tail, a shell— Wait, what? As if its—as if the skateboard was a shell—so that— But then there's like a comic scene where the dog Like trips or something And instead of its shell protecting it Its shell just causes it to roll further down Creating some kind of like slapstick, um, Situation or something like that Um, thinking about... Sending stuff into space. Like sending— I mean I would start with, like, a granola bar Just like shooting a granola bar into space And then... I think I'd try some other stuff I'd try shooting, like, a comic book up into space Seeing what happens Um then just like shooting like... I don't know, like a thought? Shooting a thought into space? I feel like I'm doing that all the time anyway though I feel I'm always just sending thoughts into space I mean who isn't in some way, you know? Isn't that what thinking even is, is just sending a thought into space Um...like shooting it as if like through a cannon, and then— It's funny, I guess that's what writing letters is Like writing a letter is like shooting a thought or an idea Out of a cannon And into you know your neighbor's mailbox Well maybe not your—not your— That makes it sound like you're mailing your neighbor Which nobody does Nobody would do that That's the one person you probably will never send a letter to Is someone who's right frickin just next door You just walk over there with the envelope obviously and just do that I don't think you would need necessarily To shoot anything into space Um I guess that's what talking is too Talking is technically just shooting—you know I guess that's what shooting the shit is Um yeah I don't know And there's also like... Yeah. Huh I don't really know What else about space I'm really thinking about at the moment But you know I'm thinking about other things Like dragons Thinking about dragons. Fuckin thinking about— It's weird how I feel like Most popular like Conceptions of dragons Are like really weirdly sexualized? Like they'll be like shiny? Or glistening in some way? Yeah, I don't know Just like Glistening