- Let's listen to some music, you got a playlist-- - Oh yeah. - That you like? - All my music is good, man.
Just put it on random. - Alright. Rock it out.
- This is an audio journal of my experiments on my own human condition. (laughs) Forgot this was on here. Let's skip ahead.
- Oh no, no, no. No, no, I wanna. .
. I wanna hear your thoughts on things. - Tasted my own urine today to make sure I was still human.
Yeah, let's just skip ahead. - What the fuck is this? - It's just some voice memos.
My experiments are going well. I'm hours into my daylong commitment to stare at myself in the mirror nude. I'm beginning to see my reptilian self.
I am the lizard. I am the lizard. I taste the bug on my tongue.
- Don't touch it. - I just-- - Don't touch it. - I have committed myself to understanding what a woman feels like when she is penetrated.
I want to fulfill this commitment but the matchstick won't fit in my penis. Too square. - Too square?
How 'bout. . .
Forget it. - My penis. - I understand.
- Is too square. - I understand. .
. What? (Jordan screaming) - Why?
Why? Why? (intense screaming) No!
No, no, no, no, no, no! Stupid, stupid, stupid! I'm so fundamentally lonely.
I'm adrift in an indifferent universe. Only Keegan tethers me to reality. I'll take a drive with him tomorrow.
I wonder if he senses how I feed off of his lifeforce. Different Keegan.
