Woman with blue hair and a fat glorious denim clad ass. I’ve been corrected on a lot of things
lately. I must be an utter dumbass. Poisonous.
Venomous. The toxics have
me. bunnies. Ugly fire inside. Bleeding all over now. fitting.
Can’t think straight. Started with
old classic, another there.
delightful. I was drinking a
mojito the other day. who else now. so dangerous.
So wonderful. Total throwback. Delightful in every way. Nothing makes any sense. Needless complications. Then a burst a positive energy. Needing that release. Time and again I tell myself. Need lunch.
Nursing. Everyone is disappearing
which is perfect. Ends is my favorite of
this recent. Goddess of death was
blowing kisses at me.
From the center now, brutal forms of energy. All from nothing. Need to play dress up. Italian.
Need a massive industrial arm to
the back of the neck. Pink chemicals. If
I’m ever in Mississippi. Pancakes. Lush. It
all amounts to so little. Need to play
dressup. Just knock it out. Need to hit up a bar at midnight, be a real
sloppy bitch and threw a few back and then go somewhere to pass out. Jeans.
Not even usually. Can’t
concentrate on anything. Something about
car crashes. New jack sound. I’m
motivated by nothing. Running like a
river. Braille. Need someone to save me. no, not even true. All so much simpler. Ruminations on nothing. Only what is surging. How meaningless it all
is. God, I need a drink. So reductive.
Touching. New shapes. It’s all the same shit. Need that drink now. can barely get out any words on the subject
because the subject is meaningless. I’m
in the back of a taxi after spending a night sucking on my own blood. No, wait, maybe that was the day. or
something . I don’t know anymore. Books left
on the floor right next to me. digging
up dinosaurs earlier. Iguanadon! Walking down the stairs. Making hamburgers is the greatest life. Invitation with crystals. Dance or two.
Can only imagine. Close at all is
way to close. So dangerous. Imagining all in the form of toxic. Bunnies.
Previous night was all about the end of the alphabet. Simply sitting down was incredibly
intense. Disappointed to discover the
unreality of it all. Maybe need to a buy
a bottle of teremana tequila for that. Blue
dress. Blue dress. One another ingredient and it would all be
forfeit. No, nothing would work
properly. Do you realize. Bad girl.
Love the sentiment. I see what’s
happened now. it wouldn’t work. it would never work. I am the grand disappointment. That’s why no one should ever get too
close. Oh, well. Still slave to the same old shit. Good thing I have liquor. God, I desperately need it. All dressed up. Reaching out.
Sensing. Just want to crawl into
a hole somewhere. Not entirely
true. I more want to crawl into a bar
somewhere. Rock is so dead. Charli right now. sounding just right. All the soaring days. Going to have a block of uninterrupted
time. need production to happen. One last roll of the dice to make something
of my worthless fucking life. Domme senses
something awry.
Everyone talking about church and sex. We’re all so tacky. Someone was giving me a
pat on the back the other night. So much
touching lately. What the hell is going
on what the bloody hell is going on. Need
to eat some water fucking melon right about now! my late lunch really filled my sorry ass
up.
All empty now. moment
of truth it’s all the same shit. Need
new triggers. He can feel things moving
in that direction. Bones and flesh
reforming, restitching. Laying down with
someone. Bleeding all over. Empty now. in
all senses. That’s what makes em crazy. Crazy world going on outside though. I’ll show up afterward for the
freakshow. Time to consume large
quantities of liquor. Spies tonight? One last roll of the dice. All so inconsequential. So many random disparate dreams. Meeting somewhere down south by the
coast. No, only failure. Traveling to the rain. I have absolutely
nothing to offer anyone. Connections are
all illusory. Wanted on false
accusations. Sad same old triggers. Blue all around the office, blue octopus. Need to change my shirt. From Andalucia. Great new discoveries even as I grow
emptier. Just need to crawl into a hole
somewhere and die. It’s Saturday night
and feels cool outside. I’m going to
stay inside. Some lovely music. I’m a mess.
Filthy. Need to wash my
face. Melt. Fade. There
is no one. the perception is imaginary. All imaginary. The perception of me. and any dreams I put out there. meeting down south. Mississippi.
Nurse now. everything
better. Everything’s coming up
roses. A lovely look of concern and a
sweet caress on the face. Someone looked
worried the other day, watching him cry over that lost soul wailing
zombie. Tears in his own eyes. Ain’t if funny? Thanks, mazzy. Dancing, he thinks. That is in the middle of the night. The last thing before it all comes crashing
down. so sweet. But, of course, never to be. Nothing that comes from him is good. Oh well, time to pop the cork. And tomorrow is another meaningless day. oh well.
For now at least there is the singing of the bells. When that happens the commute is only a
minute long and the air is crisp and it is night and there is the perfect
dive. Where everything is so gloriously
fake! That’s why their here? one dollar.
Life is so fucking sad. It is if
you view it from that perspective. Don’t
infect people, sir!
I did eat some good tacos the other day. so much calmer now. should have gotten it over with a long time
ago. Need to read about lunch
again. Just give up. Time to give up. You are nothing. I really the forest green mug i drank from
earlier. It held black coffee.
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