i'm hungry i'm hungry i'm hungry

and i've got such gas. years ago (dog years) i watched one flew over the cuckoos nest. i love the character who goes around repeating in a whisper i'm tired i'm tired i'm tired. so many times my baser urges require me to repeat and repeat. i whisper my needs so low that no one but i can hear them. my inner voice screams but nothing is vocalized. i bet you are thinking that this is very frustrating. it is not. it is just my existence. this is who i am. this is how i am. i tirelessly repeat my needs. i meditate on my needs. my needs are me, and i am my needs.

thankfully they are usually met.