Was watching
The Dark Angel again. And was
momentarily happy. Came out in purple
which was new. Looked lovely. Put on a very good match. Good opponent. Good drama, good back and forth. The Dark Angel retained which also made me
very happy to see. There was a nice
little setup for a future match as well.
She received several good pops. This
push still seems to be very effective, going very well and is very
deserved. Promos are improving. I won’t provide any criticism right now other
than to reiterate that I really liked what I saw and it did me much good on a
depressing evening. Twas a little ray of
light. She seemed so genuinely happy when
she retained. I’m tired. I drank a beer earlier. You know me, big beer drinker. Johnny Impotency here again, doing whatever. I often find that I’m too ubiquitous in my
own life. I’m just staying the course
but pushing through it. way out is. I’m doing it though. I was once again in the presence of The
Symbol of Purity. Can’t spend the rest
of my life eating my own guts though. Or
can I ? the more I learn the less I want
to know. Pink. Lovely pink.
Too tired now. just want a hand on the shoulder. just want a hug. No sections brings the trouble. Plateaued in the sense of properness. Course staying is what my life has always
been about. Things will transform into
calmer things . secret life of plants to my left. Still wishing to see someone on a fast moving
European train. Found an old receipt in a French book of poetry. The hours toil away into the night. I’m a terrible writer. it’s exorcising though. It’s bringing him closer. The timing
was off but she still said hi to him anyway which made him feel good. He was staring at her beautiful ass some of
the time which also made him feel good. The
other night I went to sleep because it seemed better than being awake. Maybe orange tomorrow morning as I am seen in
profile. Through these things I can beat
the depression. Berlin. Yes, idiot.
And Legion and Fantastic Four comics.
Tired tears in my eyes now. maybe
time to dig out Francoise again. All the
old familiar emotions. Don’t come any
closer. Shake baby shake. Not what you think. I was listening to a song about a car to
offer me some comfort. finished reading
an utterly fantastic novel earlier today.
It has a pretty green cover. Or does
it? the more I learn the less I want to know.
Gotta push some paper around soon.
trying to remember the last time somebody apologized to me. do narcissists make good partners? I think Dream Girl was my favorite during The
Great Darkness Saga. I would like to
reread that soon. or would i?! the more I learn the less I want to
know. Gonna drink some wine soon. I’d be even more of a useless hopeless mess
if without writing. Would like to reread
The Tommyknockers soon. and once the
weather heats up even more I need to read a Clive Barker book. YOU CLIMB THE MOUNTAIN!!! Bit of a windy day. heated.
But windy. Nice weather, eh? Balloons and watering the greenery. Milkshakes, someone said while wandering
around in a lovely foreign city. Whatever
you think it’s worth. I just took a
tremendous crap. I am left
confused. I am The Bitter One. well, it’s as good a name as any. Of course, I think as my head goes light, how
utterly proper. Elated when
responsibilities were fulfilled which yielded in an excess of time. raced!
I am The Bitter One. I am the
villain of the piece. Remember how they
were chatting and he said he considered calling himself Mr. Coffee back in the
day then they cracked up. Haha, that was
great (if slightly derivative of Killing).
Pizza and twenty dollars. I should
have called myself Mr. Coffee but instead I am The Bitter One. I am so confused. Brightening up as things finish off. which makes sense in a way. Remember that novel? Remember the joys of crossing streets at odd
angles? Of course the joys of the last
hour of the day phenomenon that exists in every office and which can also be
applied to all types of social situations including romantic ones. makes sense in that sense. Blunt, straight forward. There are reports to be done. I understand.
Much of my life has been spent writing reports. All kinds of reports. If only I could have been in Tangier and
strung out while writing some of those reports.
Eye contact has me. YOU CLIMB THE
MOUNTAIN!!! Time and again. He’ll stay clean tonight. He’s disappeared several times before and he
can do it again! Probably go for a jog
later. He’s the kind of guy who can’t
take a hint. Always gets distorted. Always gets turned into a mystery to unravel. But there is no mystery, see? It’s all blatantly obvious and he just doesn’t
want to see it. I’M EVIL I’M EVIL I’M
EVIL!!! I was looking at a woman recently
who was wearing a couple different layers of hosiery. I drank a beer recently. I predict that tomorrow is going to be a
boring day. found a book of poems
recently that’s been helping me out. The
words are printed on that flimsy newspaper style paper that discolors quickly
and smells so good. I was reading in the
sun and smelling the pages and it smelled so good. But I bet her feet in pantyhose after the end
of a hard workday would smell even better.
Or her glorious derriere as it crushes my face and while she berates
me. can’t remember very many other
words. Oh, now I do. relating future plans. Last minute desperation to evoke. It’s all winding down which is good. Push through.
My mouth is very dry.
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