Calm now as
night falls like a dandelion. Earlier I
was at some random street parked near one of those 2 hour signs reading a small
book I recently bought with the AC on a window down. Sheriff parked down the block from me and
stayed there for some time. I wondered
if I smelled like alcohol. I most likely
did. I’d just had a big lunch with
several lunch drinks. Got some nasty
looks as I paid. Wonder what that was
all about. Actually, I’m not entirely
sure they were meant for me. probably
doesn’t matter either way. Toilet keeps
running but for some reason I never call maintenance. Need to replace my shower curtain and vacuum
the whole place. Make it a tomorrow
thing. Need to buy some new flouncy
shirts tomorrow. Probably not the word
I’m looking for. Need to stock up on
linens. I think around seven shirts
should do it. multiples of the same
color. Might need a jacket too. Maybe find some cheap ones. i’m reasonably calm now. the coffee is wearing off. manager said she’d be up and at it til 2
am. Sometimes working 18 hour
shifts. Long days. Better hope you enjoy it. I ate some kind of bean for dinner. And an egg and some fruit. Washed it down with a tall glass of tepid tap
water (my favorite). Need to order that
Legion omnibus. And the other Fantastic
Four and Question ones. need to write
that stuff about the post funeral.
Listen to avenue b while doing some of this. Peaceful night. Probably smells good outside. Not as good as
those pairs of used hosiery. Those
special bonus pairs. The foot smell in
those was ecstasy. Rewatched an episode
yesterday and my love was born anew.
Overall been spending much less time in bars these days. not sure how I feel about that. or am i?!
the more I learn the less I want to know. Read a good few Riddler centric comics these
past couple days. not a fan of Tom
King’s ultra edgy violent nihilistic take.
Seems to be trying too hard. Give
me more whimsy. Really dug that annual
from 95 with Query and Echo. Need to buy
the followup issues to that one. or do
i?! the more I learn the less I want to
know. Something is certainly
crumbling. I can feel it. that’s okay though. Something will takes its place. Bold new era starting soon. just more of the same of course. Bartender looks ethereal downtown just after
midnight. I’m going to drink a lot of
white wine in a little while. Really dig
Sheena Easton. Yellow today. The nails.
looking quite nice. Good
intelligence was gathered today. Note
taking for the future. There was a sign
earlier. What I took as a sign. Song
signified by numbers. On the same blue
moon as what’s underneath (or is it above) the nomenclature. Took it as a sign and so I had my wet shave
and went on a lovely drive through the sun drenched streets, passed the old place
of racial divide. To reach the
Shangri-La. Just beginning the long
long day. feel lost without the words. Even craps like I’m crapping out. But there I was, brimming with joy upon
meeting The Symbol of Purity once again.
One more glorious fortuitous day.
yellow. Pockets. And perfect clarification on the hierarchical
ranking of the avant-garde of the new aesthetic. Mijo. The recognitions now (though the double
meaning of that in the future).
Handshake with another, she of the eighteen hours. I imbibed and created a warm hazy and
indulgent afternoon. Couldn’t say anything but the most basic of
pleasantries. But recognitions. Patterns.
Industrial haptic feedback robotic arm.
Taking out the seeds. In profile. New details emerge. Am I seeing now the vice I must leave behind
for The Symbol of Purity? Too much vice
deadens things. I’m seeing that
now. or am i? the more I learn the less I want to know. I miss her dreadfully. I miss you dreadfully. I know where I’m from…. I just want to kiss her feet. I just want her to wear pantyhose while she
works a long long shift that I may kiss her feet when it’s all over. That she may use my ugly face as her personal
footrest while she laughs at me and berates me, tells me what a loser I am. I just want to kiss her big can. I want to be collared and chained and forced
to kiss her ass while she laughs at me and berates me, tells me what a loser I am. Just want her to look at me with tenderness
while I’m being tortured, while I’m being electrocuted. I might watch a French movie in just a
bit. Need to take out the garbage
tomorrow. My days are planned around The
Symbol of…. I just want to be masticated
food inside her mouth. Black lace. Pink lace. Keep on the jewelry. Oh God, a little ankle bracelet. I can’t get anything done. Animal.
One of my personal favorites. The
previous entries had the odder stuff I suppose.
I’m just a little tired now. all
this unhealthy obsession has me worn out.
Omit myself? Probably there now
as the party is popping off. just please
stuff my mouth with them when all is said and done. I need a drink. A new identity is from. I am Johnny Impotency. I always have been. Lovely hands and nails. everything so lovely. Would be screaming out compliments as I’m
fitted with a straight jacket and dragged to the loony bin. No, what is the essence of it all? That I want to shrunk down to insect sized
and smushed under your smelly pantyhose clad feet and then further flattened by
her your pantyhose clad ass and then daintily tossed into your mouth (after
being clasped by your beautiful nails) where I am crunched by your teeth and
dissolved by your saliva. Repetitions
have me. and research.
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