Wondering
I wonder if gay men are turned on when they are checked for prostate cancer.
I wonder if there will ever be a time in modern day life where I will not hear the phrase, “It’s like this song was written for me.”
I wonder if my mom knows I hate my father.
I wonder if everyone is as dorky as me on the inside.
I wonder if chickens have orgies.
I wonder if you put a hamster in front of a squid contained in a aquatic tank, if the squid will attempt to eat the hamster.
I wonder if everyone hates the concept of fashion as much as I do.
I wonder if I’ll ever bother changing my weather monitor from Iowa City to Madison.
I wonder if the peanut butter companies would make more or less money if they elimanted all gauges of chunkiness from their peanut butter.
I wonder if “Holy Diver” was written when a priest told someone about the time he went scuba diving.
I wonder if “Holy Diver” will ever stop being overplayed.
I wonder if kids will just start having sex as soon as they have the notion that’s what their respective parts are for some day.
I wonder if planes are payed by peanut companies to continue shoveling food into our mouths.
I wonder if youtube will eventually become obsolete.
I wonder if I can ever get a chip installed in my brain that will allow me to make a mental recording of my voice so that I can show people what I think I sound like.
I wonder if roosters crow because they just want to fuck with people sometimes.
I wonder if futon companies know their products break in four years.
I wonder if the weathermen know the phrase “mostly cloudy” doesn’t help me at all.
I wonder if The Beatles knew that they would make England cool again.
I wonder if The Beatles knew that Americans would continue to listen to their music obsessively this far down the line.
I wonder if drapery is actually a necessary purchase.
I wonder if this list ever ends.
I wonder if tumblr decided to be the new twitter.
I wonder if I’ll actually get some sleep.
