pay for more high priest trauma? (re-activate account to buy used hosiery?)

 

Remembering of course that time at the party when Alyssa walked up and said hi to me. still one of the greatest moments of my miserable and utterly worthless life.  Need to buy some milk for cereal.  Soy milk.  Cause cows are for calves.  Sex me!  I remember going to a store to buy a used 3 disc album.  Then I listened to it in a small shitty studio space.  Love it all.  Noches sin luna.  Love that too.  Love rediscovering love.  Or do i?!  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Ate wings recently.  With strawberry juice.  Then I brushed my teeth.  Then I scoped out some Brazilian bbw’s but they didn’t really do anything for me.  desire is leaving me.  it also could have been the stiff drink I had before consuming the wings.  A stiff drink in the afternoon always makes me feel a little sleepy.  I thought about going out to search.  But then I felt so weary of it all I ultimately decided against it.  what would I do if the search ended in success?  I don’t have enough clues to go off.  I don’t have anything.  Just greased up my hair so I can go buy some raspberries later.  There will be a catastrophe the likes we’ve never seen!  Egg shaped.  Disease is giving me prick animal.  The grift of it all is fascinating.  The deep seated need to believe.  There is nothing coming ever.  But it is fun to run around pretending.  It’s all just pretend.  Most days if you time it just right you can see me drinking mustard straight out of the bottle.  Numero una has me.  the poetry of The Lemon Kid has me.  I will find her.  coca cola t shirt?  I regret that no one greets me with a smile anymore.  Should I jack off?  even two crocodiles aren’t helping me out.  Microwavable croc.  I just found one of my favorite plectrums, covered in dust.  I read 40 pages of a book I’d read before this morning.  I really enjoyed those pages.  I first read it while sitting in a Mexican restaurant.  Or did i?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  I’m leaving myself.  I’m disappearing little by little.  Everything stripped away.  No,nothing is working.  What’s wrong with me?  I need to get my mojo running.  Never really good into anything patton.  Don’t force it if you’re not feeling it.  nothing to gain.  i’m not depressed I’m just disappearing.  Blood rimmed tide.  I had it then I lost it.  the.   I almost went for a walk today but I talked myself out of it.  I just yawned.  I’m going to cook some meat now.  there’s so little of me left .  you took all meaning when you left.  Maybe I should drink some wine.  I’m yawning again.  I love being asleep.  Reading about gracie bon right now.  there’s a woman at the bar that always plays the absolute shittiest music on the electronic jukebox thing but she has a glorious ass and is always showing it off so I don’t mind.  I like to drink alcohol when I’m at the bar.  the BBL smell!  Planet X!  I have very limited math and science skills.  New clip available: Stinky Nylons Sniffing! Thank God!  They look so happy.  I love Hanna and jane.  I just took a crap.   Can’t write today.  I’m trying but nothing’s coming out.  Drink or lack of drink and uncertainty and malaise are prohibiting me.  or are they?  The more I learn the less I want to know.  Political machinations!  I woke up at a decent hour today.   Sleepy again.  My rectum lined with red frog eggs.  Ate sardines (Mediterranean style) and a banana for lunch.  Also, had a glass of luke warm tap water to wash it down with.  Then I washed my dishes.  Then I sat around on beige carpet, felt depressed and thought about feeling depressed.  I started yawning.   Decided to take another crap and have a wet shave.  Gonna listen to a new Katia Guerreiro album at some point.  Probably when I’m driving around and feeling depressed.  Need to put some petrol in my car.  Maybe buy a cheap bottle of wine.  Need to find my library card.  Should spend more time at the library.  Extra thick!  Megasus!  When will Vaquer start selling merch?  I’ll buy 47 of everything.  Or will i? the more I learn the less I want to know.   Watched part of a good movie last night right before passing out on my floor.  Only part of the day I didn’t feel like a total piece of crap.  If only I could make it to tangier.  I need to sweat more.  I’m washed up.  Tummy all upset again.  Hard to trust coulthart.  A playful giantess crushing me between her bountiful butt cheeks, giggling.  Alas, not in this lifetime.  Man, I’m depressed.  Just down.  then I was suddenly reminded of a song that reminded me of you and I guess that felt good.  Nice day out.  At least it seems so smelling through my window.  Then I remembered cutups in a cowboy hat while a female centric martial arts movie played in the background.  But that wasn’t you.  Magic.  And the passion.  I’m as troubled as the oyster.  Never be mine.  would like to deep dive coast.  To coast.  But would be selective.  Shuck?  Dreamland.  The high priests and priestesses have me.  the unpublished memoir of the abductionist’s wife has me.  be careful when venturing into the unknown country.  Be careful with the roads you travel.  Be careful that you do not manifest something through belief.  I made it all up but it came true anyway.  What does that make it?  what does it mean?  Sickert and the ripper crimes.  Plush avocado.  Were you high?  Still missing.  You.  “I care about you.”  I keep returning to the same old places.  Creaky memories.  I am going to use them all up.  A work?  old-fashioned.