maybe the iberian is the one who could bring it all back?! restorative fat ass!

 

Paraguay, very interesting stuff.  Questionable booking?  I played it safe last night, how nice.  That movie Holland was a steaming pile of crap.  Nicole kidman still gets me worked up though, even with all the work.  I think if she looked at me wide eyed or cross eyed I would just totally explode into my rent trousers.  Or would i?! the more I learn the less I want to know . I have my weekend lined up.  Had a real nice fantasy this morning about being brutally killed in a feeding frenzy by a bunch of female werewolves.  Maybe I’ll read some fantastic four comics this weekend.  I’ve already drank two cans of pineapple juice today.  Need to hit the streets to buy more pineapple juice.  Wrote longhand last night, felt good.  Reconnected.  I miss you dreadfully. Singing: in my shitty life, in my crappy nights!  New Savina album out today.  Gotta crank it while I drive to the atm and then downtown for a stiff drink.  The book of short stories I’m reading right now is effortlessly breaking all the rules! Or is it?  the more I learn the less I want to know. Thinking about that Hungarian putting me in a reverse headscissor.  But my dreams never come true.  For me, it’s always too late.  Singing all summer long all summer long.  Americans have a silly, stupid immature view about sex.  So many giggles.  What dumb people we are!  summoning a cat girl! Lingerie fighting championships! About to hit the streets.  Read about a bourgeois dog recently.  Cute stuff.   Am I entering or exiting?  Hard to say.  I recently ate a cheeseburger with bacon.  And then I behaved responsibly.  The attack in the parking.  I am getting rehooked.  I hope to eat watermelon soon.  Driving around listening to the artist who did the best tribute.  Were they twins?  White trash bar.  one of many.  I was reading a paperback book with a gold cover and yellow pages at several parking lots.  Summoning gone wrong.  Hope the extended iteration gets through before my card is denied.  I really like having one drink in midafternoon.  I really like the cover of Marcos where has that cool t-shirt on and all those fruit juices are present.  That’s a great cover.  Good on Murray for saying what needed to be said.  we’re all so stupid these with how we obtain our information. Recently watched an Italian movie I quite liked.  the Turks use 53 notes!  The bomb has me. the hosiery.  The lusciousness.  Journey through the secret like of the album. The one nation album.  Neutron bomb.  Depended on.  Never in real life.  Heart is all over the place.  Too much rhythm.  Last night too.  What the hell is going on?!  Probably go buy avocados late into the night.  Probably buy chickens wings at some point.  The rain!  Matching gear.  What color!  I’m so empty.  I should just sit in my car and listen to old cassette tapes and wonder if my life is ending or beginning.  Chest feels all funny.  CRACK!!!  Nothing works anymore. I’m all washed up.  Maybe I just need to blast off to adventure in the amazing year 400 billion!!!  People who think we’re going to colonize other planets make me laugh! Hahahah! I’m washing a load of laundry right now.  or am i?!  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Marcos reminding me of a boat trip I took.  Glamorous.  Too much emptiness.  They all come and they go.  No meaning to any of it.  maybe I’ll buy some cereal later on.  With soy milk.  Cause cows are calves.  I HATE MYSELF!!!  Gotta spell things out with little wooden blocks. Bomb forced out the soft ejaculate.  Right at the hosieryed foot shot.  (preceding the hosieryed ass shot, he just couldn’t wait).  Still no meaning to be found anywhere.  Need to return to some books to someone I don’t speak to anymore. I thought one of the books had a crocodile or an alligator on the cover but I could not have been more wrong.  Or could have i?! the more I learn the less I want to know.  Feel all flighty. Is it nerves?  Is it luck?!  Gus’s last days. Feeling that way as I sat down on my living room flower and looked outside at a pot of fake flowers on my dirty balcony.  Kind of eerie.  Kind of okay.  Someone texted me recently and called me a fucking asshole.  probably accurate.  In hiding.  Remember I saw you in a photograph with your partner, both wearing matching band t-shirts.  I was looking at a machine and being asked questions and the machine was featureless.  I could not tell you at all what it looked like or what it really did.  is that featureless?  Im’ going to shower soon and have a wet shave.  Looking at who people value and appreciate tells you a lot about them.    I tent to live my life with a typical hong kong-here-today-who-knows-where-tomorrow-attitude.  I’ll likely never have my great motorcycle moment.  I could never drive a motorcycle. I’m too much of a candyass.  There’s a nice breeze coming through my window.  I’m coming home!!!  You know what?  I am pretty excited for the new I Know What You Did Last Summer movie.  legacy.  Strange how I ended up with two rubber crocs.  Destiny?  (Big blue). Still have that gold piece of rubber.  All good things are falling away from me.  a punkah is a large fan suspended from the ceiling in India, operated by an attendant pulling a rope,  My turquoise ass! My teal ass!  Still thinking of the whole din of sin cast as werewolves, something like that.  North West can’t sing worth a tin shit!  I might be social later on today.  How did the dubia chocolate trend go vial?  How didn’t it?!  that’s the question I should be asking . why don’t I fee lust anymore?  Once interrupted her at cash register.  Hates me for life.