pile of crap, tub o' mayo

A lack of self control can wreak havoc on one’s life.  Or can it? the more I learn the less I want to know.  Spent a fair amount of time last indulging in my fetish of being electrocuted.  Prior to that there were vampire and bunny women related fantasies.  It’s what was necessary for the testicular evacuations.  I’m ruled by fetish.  Or am i?!  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Gonna listen to the beach boys and write some garbage for a bit.  Listening to some propaganda while I spilled more words over you.  The words came easy this time and felt true.  They may have been clunky.  They were most likely utter shit because I’m a terrible fucking writer.  but they came out hot and fast like burning red diarrhea gloriously shooting out! And they felt true.  I was able to express just a little bit of proper ugliness and within that ugliness find something true.  Making wine in my garage.  Happy to have found duel.  I must take that as a sign.  Locked door.  Felt like graham driving through the city, the propaganda accompaniment.  Akin to loving the alien.  Unusually nice clean driving.  Need to revisit.  Strong as I am.  It’s all like glass.  Calling sister.  My my someone fetch a.  Marble.  All for the best.  The wagon is moving on up the road ahead of me.  flip side.  Did not drink any whiskey last night.  First time in a decade or so.  Just humble red wine.  It goes to my head.  This is the start of a bold new not quite as substance abusive era for your old pal Jimmy Adjudication!  brought about by glorious necessity as I don’t have money!  But things can’t be too.  Reacquainted with florida.  Was watching a really good movie last night before the quil took me out. Or was i?!  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Maybe I’ll get a cheeseburger and some beer later.  That minx. She’s at it again right as the wagon moves on down the road ahead of me!  can be used for crafts.  Isn’t that ironic given my deep love of craft beer?  Maybe I’ll drink coffee instead.  Need to readjust my sleep schedule.  I’m a responsible adult.  Life is so depressing.  My God, I truly cannot overemphasize how much I love control room scenes in movies.  I just fucking adore them!  I had just finished watching a movie with fantastic control room scenes and I love them so much I immediately sought another movie with a bunch of control room scenes and they are to die for (van sant).  Perhaps that’s part of the reason I love the book Jurassic park so much.  That is a book with fantastic control room scenes.  Or is it?!  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Bloated and disgusting again.  Time to take a shot of pepto and eat an avocado.  I wasn’t born, but rather, shit into existence.  The axiom of applicative inverses!  That was a little reference for all you math heads out there. excited for this evening.  Once again with the Dark Angel.  I’m so sad and pathetic.  I really really fucking hate myself.  Just at some cold pork and beans out of the can.  Think I’ll have a wet shave soon.  And such is the nature of wisdom!  Eating in an office is just so officious.  Have truer words ever been spoken?  The female jackal!  Never free never free!  Smiling photos in the red tie oh God smiling photos in the red tie I would kill!!!  My stomach is killing me.  reality is being invested into fiction but the fiction is more truthful than the reality.  My whole life is a work.  I’m so full of shit.  Thought I saw.  No, that’s not true I was looking through the windows of every vehicle that passed me.  man this violator stuff is pretty crap so far, nineties style but that’s okay cause it’s quick reasonably entertaining and trashy crap.  With great art.  Strange the associations with this one.  fond memories of utter dreck…fry your largesse.  Dying to return to strange new worlds.  Musical grand.  Numero una.  The depths I reach.  Reminded of a couple of sisters during the college years.  And a used cd.  The first one, much more synth pop. Til I drown.  Perfect.  Got me through it.  pulled out that old supreme book. boy did I fuck up royally. I’ve been on a good rhythm chronicling the beautiful rise of the Dark Angel and I thought I might continue that with this humble post given the title defense.  I did not watch live because I did not want to risk any buffering problems from the shittastic cock app and because I also wanted to write some other garbage. So my stupid as fuck ass cleverly thought I would wait til it was over and then watch with comfort.  after shuffling through 3 different apps (seriously, what the absolute fuck?!) I finally realize that the most recent episodes are not available right after airing and instead are uploaded the next day!!! God I am such a miserable worthless fucking piece of shit failure!  I am so sorry!!!!  I am very excited to continue this chronicling and I promise that next time I will better have my shit together.  A while ago I was remembering a terrible kisser who really turned me on.  Not exactly a looker but she really turned me on.  She had a terrific ass though.  God I feel so empty all the time.  and the wagon just continues putting miles between itself and myself.  I’ll have my morning coffee with the Dark Angel.  The only thing I have to look forward to because I’m such a piece of shit.  This one’s a real throwaway I’m afraid.  Bought an iced coffee earlier.  Wish I could smell the fishnets.  Cruise me.  I miss eating chicken wings even though I just had some a few days ago.  Man was there ever anything sexier than watching her just belch and totally rip ass in a pair of sweaty seamed pantyhose?!