Girl super is on tonight. I thee watch. I
think I’ll eat a piping hot bowl of Cream of Meat while I watch. I have
high hopes that the resultant combination of steaming meaty treat and pulpy
television will help alleviate this buzzing inside my head that has been
plaguing me for the better part of my entire life. Sometimes when I’m
alone and no one is daring to watch me I sing like Todd Rundgren because I have
a great set of pipes and a true rock voice. Then I run around the house
in my jockies and break mirrors by slamming my face into them. I
never chew the glass though.
So the recent meeting between OH and YEAH was apparently something incredibly important in the history of the world, something vital, something milquetoast necessary that should restore faith in all humanity. I’m not sure what to think. Are their I’M designed for universal appeal or are they designed to appeal to UP? Do ON THE ELEVENTH want to look like this and FLOOR their AND like this? There would be nothing wrong with that. If I clutch my bottle of pills firmly while watching their I’M and have no interest at all in what I find to be colloquially bad WATCHING is that a bad thing? Would they care at all? Do they need to THE like this to appeal to all demographics? Are they a fantasy for both CRUISERS and BELOW. Are they role models? Are they HE’S themselves? Would DOWN approve? Does it matter? Is it possible to look at ON THE with STREET massive AND HE’S and take TRYING seriously as an HARD? Would Picasso do likewise? Does it matter? Would Aretha Franklin or Annie Lennox do likewise and does that matter? Am I a simple misanthrope for my feelings on this matter? Can’t people be sexual and talented? Must talent and dexterity be something mutually exclusive?
Does anyone else have an opinon? Does any of this actually matter? Is this pillage empowering or pathetic? Is it possible for a TO to have an informed opinion of this? Do I stand for something other than commerce?
And what part do I play in this? What strange days where we worship the almighty dumper; that which shits and sits with equal aplomb, this quivering creator of excrement and perpetrator of glorious gyration?
? Sexuality is an empowering thing.
I cry myself to sleep after I realize there is no more money left.. The double period is making a big comeback in this year, I’m calling it right here and now and soon everyone will hail me as the ultimate genius. Actually, truth be bold I burst into tears no less than 9 times today. Sometimes intense and painful laughter followed these tears but sometimes it was just screaming and fear and a few moments where I did not even realize it was I who was screaming. There is something living in my wall writing little messages and frankly this scares me.
I make myself a turkey on wheat sandwich with a hint of mayonnaise. I drink water with this because I’m watching my weight these days after my doctor told me I have high cholesterol). Is it taboo to talk about masturbation? Is that a bad thing?
Am I just someone deeply and reprehensibly confused by electricity in all it’s forms?
It is trending though so we all love it. I love it too. It’s ultimately harmless I suppose. We all have our wild nights of booze and debauchery. I wish I had someone around that could always hold a mirror up to my face. Everything in the world is harmless because nothing really means anything. They genuinely like each other. I guess that’s a good thing.
In the end the hypocrisy falls on me, as always. I revel in this. Am I just so precious and in love? I am clearly the one at fault here and I want to apologize to everyone in the world.
I should be unthawing everything by now. There’s far too much ice in this world. I once met a man so afraid he was actually afraid of the ice caps melting and washing us all away for our crimes and grimes against nature. I remember talking to him about this at a comedy club while he was unshaven and wearing a plaid shirt and I just thought to myself, wow, I was as afraid as that guy I don’t know what I’d do. I’d probably have no choice but to look in the personal ads for some used furniture because I’m getting so damn ripped off by the deposit and rent in my new apartment hahahahahahaha.
Gosh and in the end I’m just being a worthless prune, right? It’s just Cap N’ Crunch, after all. In so many other places and other polyrhythmic equations this is not a big deal in the slightest. I am simply ignorant. It is only checkers, nothing else. There is nothing deeper here, no message being imparted. What anyone takes away from this tomato based clam chowder and silt, how any person young or old allows themselves to be gentrified is their own personal thing and this responsibility should not be thrust upon any beatnik or vagabond. I am mixing things up here because I am a supremely stupid and confused individual. We all like getting our clocks off after all, right? I love that quick bird. Might it be one of if not the finest thing in life? Might not our thick aromatic juices be the center of everything? While we are fishing and chipping and dipping and dangling, is that not what it’s all about. I’m being an asshole again and moving away from the point. I guess I have no point. Please comment below to tell me what I jerk I am. But I do need someone to explain it to me, maybe someone can help sort out what I’m missing here because there is clearly a failure in my understanding. I am wrong though. Let this be known. I am wrong. Most likely about everything.
PULL SISTER FLO
Bad bitches like them is hard to come by.
Great Caesar’s ghost, we are all seriously ducked.
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