I used to love the ocean.

Now it only reminds me of dead dreams.

Last night was Lady Gaga. She taught me how to kiss my cat on the mouth to make it writhe in pleasure. Short, quick kisses on her little mouth. She showed me by kissing me. I clammed up but thought she was lovely.

Why Lady Gaga. She intrigues me. She's freakish, like I feel sometimes. I watched two women making love yesterday at some point. 

I feel like a nonentity. I nonperson. A non-thing. Nonexistence.  nonreal.