Alligators. Sometimes
it takes more than a man to fight the corporate machine. Alligators have me. Needs to employ scissors tonight. Will probably eat cereal tonight. Might employ scissors while watching a
martial arts feature film. Need to cut
into things. In that way I may find the
future. Parchment. The font courier. The concept of zero. The gas in all the cities. Now I’m convulsing and dancing around a post apocalyptic
temple or sorts. Covered in embryonic
fluid I end up looking much nicer without the facial hair, my phallus bouncing to
and fro whilst I engage in a jaunty little dance. Don’t have the dollars and/or cents for a
third mind. Still, my passion is equal
to the task. And aren’t plastics the way
of the future anyway? Haven’t plastics
made everything else obsolete in a sense.
If so, then perhaps plastics is the key to my dollars and cents oriented
problem. Mice. Of course, I don’t have any sort of crime
boss in my corner. What I meant to say
is that despite all the geniuses around me, I’ve no one that can design the program
I need for my wants. And I’ve never been
computer savvy. Classicist perhaps? No, simply ignorance. So I will have to employ different
methods. Will wax be present? God, I’m so sick of myself. But this feels like it could be a lovely
conduit. The words keep flowing out of
me like juicy red hot diarrhea. Methinks
with a glass of wine, I’ll start doing things.
Then I’ll cry. I have to save
time for reading. Authors that are forming
a part of a special group for me include….
I’m going to reread a book soon. This
is very much a throwaway. I’m calm for the
time being. Spilling that previous 6000
words or so really helped to take the edge off.
But I know it’s only a matter of time.
To say nothing of the increasingly common pain in my gut. Time to lay off the booze and the coffee. The zone, that’s the necessary place of
travel. Need to wear a hat. Need to meet in a dark place somewhere. Need to exterminate. Need to listen to jazz. I was watching a movie I love the other day
that I think has a great score and I stupidly forgot that John Williams did the
score. I guess I’m looking for something
genuine and since I can’t seem to find that within myself i have to use other methods,
other techniques. Don’t forget about that
limo driver who recalled that a passenger/client had once used the word “tactics.” That one word said it all. Now this, is very peripheral. That one bryan adams song that everyone knows. That really filled the floor. It was around the time of my departure. Ghost.
In another realm I stayed and eventually starting cutting a rug and had
a grand ol time and was eventually accompanied by…. I’m not a junky in the classic sense and
that is a shame. I’m not really much of
anything, even a martian prince. Good grief
this is crap, just the remaining bottom of the barrel stuff. Tomorrow arriving The Right.
I did end up watching a martial arts movie last night and I enjoyed
it. I was playing with scissors and drinking
while watching it. Wanted to go to red
room but did not. Creating awkward
relationships is the key. Constantly starting
over cause I can’t do anything right. I guess
I’m looking for that one bit of truth. Back
in this useless place now. Hate when they
say my name. I realized at one point
that I was confusing evening with evil. Cutting
paper was nice. I employed a cowboy
hat. The tome is far too costly. I don’t get anything out of anything because I
am empty inside. On a similar note, I want
to obtain some other editions of several books I already have. I hate the cover art and design of so many
modern books. Or do I? the more I learn the less I want to
know. I need to reread that water book
by Clarice (turning into one of my favorite authors but so challenging for a
doofus like me, dumbfuck that I am). i like the smell of old paper.
And now this Italian controversy. People are so damn greedy. Why do people care so much about money? Why are we all so fucking useless? Now I remember being chastised for wanting a
chocolate donut. Can you remember
that? Can you fucking believe it?! ALL
THAT OVER A MOTHERFUCKING CHOCOLATE DONUT!!! IS THAT ANYWAY TO TREAT YOUR SON,
YOU MISERABLE FUCK!!! You are going to
be so sorry one day for the way you treated us.
Pretend that last sentence is in a different color. Depending on the
age, the words of a parent(s) can very much feel like the words of God.
I was digressing there for a second. Why the disparagement? This request of federal reserve notes hardly
costs more than a drink. The promises
look great. All heading in this
direction again. plastics have us. The illusory has us. The need to funnel experience through
this. Oh, the geometry of it all! Eight eight
eight now. Would now be the time to say anything
constructive or complimentary? Suppose it
doesn’t matter. Probably shouldn’t even venture. But perhaps I will venture. Gotta say goodbye though. Everything circles back again. I should have contemplated suicide. That links in nicely with something else. Yep, empty again, never saw the jackal who
isn’t the jackal again. no more
electrocution I suppose. I really loved
zeroes and ones. Five! Not even the
fucking shooters know who did it! Just getting to know the Goddess of Death. I suspect I will have cereal for dinner. I remember falling down the hill after that
drink. All so meaningless. Never knew about the loss. Mis. Where
has everyone gone?
Tonight I should like to drink whale milk with strawberries. There’s nothing quite as good as strawberry
(except maybe cake). kirby. love.
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