good memories of buying that album with the ocean on the cover and eating shitty pizza, still holds up! (keep checking back for used...don't fall off wagon!!)

 

Two types of dreams prior to my morning mud: one type amphibian, one type not.  Had my morning crap not too long ago.  New haunt found?  I’ve forgotten most of it already.  Terrified it might be real for a second.  Gorgeous thick thighs and black lace panties.  She was everything.  Thankfully not real.  Put on a coat on afterward to go grocery shopping.  If only, two lives.  (as I reach the bridge), Lowenstein.  The joys of leaving, aside from many other benefits, are the reduction of self.  By exclusion, by omitting yourself, you are making yourself smaller, you intentionally fading away, exiting from multiple lives, you are self diminishing, you exist a little less, maybe a lot less, and that is a good thing.  During explorations of the new haunt I kept my eyes dutifully on polished wood.  Flab seeping over the beltline.  Never did go for that walk.  This brand of café makes me light.  I’m whirling.  Shopping stems from the insecure moments.  The moments that lack solidarity.  Time to read more about aliens?  All the discussion on the dark angel booking.  Adds up.  It was the right decision.  I cannot say enough good things about the Netflix ripley series.  Or can i?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Andrew scott was fantastic.  There are some shaky things as in any ripley adaptation but I love it so.  It is so sumptuous.  Atrani.  Can still smell the canned fish residue that dried on my stubble.  I also ate some carrots recently.  This is all so monstrously fucking sad. I just don’t because this all could have come from nine writers or one.  I wish I had a tiny desk and a chair and a typewriter.  Also, a glass, some and a bottle of gin.  Tangier.  At a certain point it is important to stop trying.  Adjudication is still in progress!  Were you fooled by the katy perry in space hoax?!  Read the grand jury transcript, I shouted!!!  I should have moved to Alphabet City in my youth.  I’m reading about a frog.  Saints.  I wasn’t ready for it at the time.  but wow, so terrific.  Amazing willpower by yours falsely.  Gotta slowly turn it into a habit.  It was a sweetheart deal, don’t you see?!  I just took a tremendous crap!  Just ate some canned fish.  Think I’ll head to the bar and read a book while drinking a beer.  Hope the bartender has a terrific fat ass!  I like to see the mounds of cellulite tightly packed into manmade fabrics and quaking while drinks are being dutifully delivered to tables!  Drinking is the perfect activity for the unemployed loser with no money.  Or is it?! the more I learn the less I want to know.  First I need a shower and a wet shave though.  Maybe go for a walk too at some point.  I’m wearing a v-neck t-shirt with a brown corduroy shirt on top.  I like the color brown because it represents what a piece of shit I am.  Thinking about a bbw Latina in fishnets using a shrinkray to shrink me to insect size and then crush me with her massive fishnet clad ass and then eating me while I’m still alive!  classy thoughts!  Girl with the needle.  No money to buy that silver age superman omnibus. That’s okay.  I don’t deserve nice things.  gonna eat some fruit.  BRAIN PICCADILLY!!!  Drank a margarita recently.  Too much Sahrye lately.  Better eat a slab of undercooked red meat, drink a pot of steaming hot black coffee and take a walk to clear my big ugly head.  I love pop music.  Or do i?!  the more I learn the less I want to know. Went for a walk.  Came back sunstained and reasonably invigorated.  Drank several glasses of water. Felt tired for a while.  Felt depressed for a while.  Listened to an artist I really love who has an interesting discography.  Carly.  I know what I’m missing.  I’m going to have another responsible night though.  Of course, I think as my head goes light, how utterly proper.  Saw someong online saying that All Star Superman and The Dark Knight Returns were essentially the two purest versions of those characters.  Or something like that.  interesting.  Drank mustard out of the bottle again.  Writing some other crap even though I feel miserable.  Barda!  Oh God the butt the butt!  Then I wrote some absolute utter garbage for a while and felt down regarding my complete lack of any talent.  Then I looked at more clips of Sahrye and her gorgeous ass.  Shrink ray fantasy again.  Smushed between giant ass cheeks! Crush under one of her lovely feet!  Eaten alive!  Then I read some Jimmy Olsen comic books.  Real silver age.  Real zany.  Real delightful.  Then I read part of a book I started today.  I’m really enjoying it so far.  I’m such a piece of shit.  Need to read more about those albums.  Carly.  I have a vinyl of hunky dory and I really like the stuff it says on the back and the pictures.  Get it in wax!  Giant pink ass!  To be clear, it’s pink because of the choice of hosiery, nothing violent or corporal has been going on.  Gonna drink some white wine soon.  And some whisky.  Probably a slice of sharp cheddar at some point.  I can’t find my motherfucking copy of the trade paperback edition of all star superman and I am desperate to give that a thorough reread before the new movie comes out. Or am I?!  the more I learn the less I want to know.  I can’t find it because I’m such a fucking loser.  I suspect tomorrow will be awfully  similar to today but what the fuck do I know?!  I loved the face she made when she poured the margarita.  I love weird faces.  Trances!  Mesmerism!  Brain fuck!!!  People meet each other and other modern miracles volume 1.  When she started crushing the freshly cooked macaroni and cheese with her feet and said “so cheesy” I just fucking lost it!