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Ricky Insolvency here again, with true journalism.  Need to watch that Abel documentary.  Abel was all about true journalism.  That one about the hotel was brilliant.  I put it on every time I go hit the bar.  speaking of, last night’s booze really hit me hurt.  Like a big back of juicy liquid shit!  I’m currently trying to save up enough scratch to buy a laserdisc copy of the 1986 movie Touch and Go.  Or am i?  The more I learn the less I want to know.  Maria Conchita Alonso’s pantyhose clad feet are so sexy.  I wish she would crush my face with them while laughing and mocking me.  especially after a long hard day devoted to the craft of acting where he feet would be very smelly.  That would really do it for me.  Travis vs. the syrup.  Those are my thoughts over black coffee aka my morning mud; Travis vs. the syrup.  Eyes roll back, face deep in Sheena’s hosiery clad ass due to a potent reverse headscissor.  I drink the tea, I drink the tea.   Had to postpone that pasta dish I was going to prepare.  Drank coffee in an empty waiting room yesterday.  At one point I ate a sandwich with chicken and provolone.  I added mustard and mayonnaise and sucked out what was left of the confidents straight from the little packets.  Key persons did not say hi to me last night.  All the same I drink the tea, I drink the tea.  Helped a happy woman sign her receipt.  From memory that was the second time in my life I’ve done such a thing and both were extremely grateful.  then i ordered some alt lit crap.  Need to read some comics today.  I ate a cheeseburger last night while at a parking lot.  I do some of my best thinking in parking lots.  I was once in a parking lot when I realized I really like the color brown and I rushed to text a long distance friend about this revelation.  I was reading about bars and a transexual at that time.  or was I?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Gotta go get groceries soon.  and maybe take out a payday loan.  Typical day in the life of Ricky Insolvency.  I’m constantly under water.  Constantly having my thirst quenched.  I drink the tea, I drink the tea.  I’m unthawing sausages.  Or am i?! the more I learn the less I want to know.  Where’s my Sheena Easton collection?!  Get it in wax!  I wish someone would buy me a fretless bass guitar.  I wish I could read Carol Rainey’s full memoir.  The sausages seem to be defrosted.  My shirt is a cotton polyester blend.  If the aliens entered my mind and asked me to give up chocolate (for my health) that would be a very tall task for yours falsely.  I ate chocolate two days ago.  I almost ate it yesterday too but I didn’t have the scratch.  Such is the fate of Ricky Insolvency.  I regret my past.  Might listen to emo music later on while I drive around.  Might shit in my hand and eat it instead, licking excrement off my fingers like barbecue sauce.  Could go either way really.  Lower back pain .  reminds me of how great she looked at the head of that big party table, bending over slightly to hear a mumbler, glorious fat ass tightly crammed into some black pants.  Someone else at some point was waring cat ears and that and the glorious fat ass was enough for me to almost really fucking lose it right then and there.  I recently put my hand on my face.  I recently texted someone a photo of a cake.  Need to stock up on XFL merch.  That reminds to save up enough scratch to order a custom.  Justice.  Pick the outfits.  Gotta clean my car.  It’s  a fucking mess.  Time to fry up some sausages.  Might take a calcium chloride bath in a little bit to unwind.  At some point I gotta go downtown and try that pie bar.  I love pie.  It’s been far too long since I’ve had key lime pie.  Or has it? the more I learn the less I want to know.  S4.  Who was Victor.  Need to look up some of these reports.  Need to read up about the unexpected pregnancies.  Need to go downtown to get some catfish at some point.  Extractor is such as harsh word what commemorates the end of a very brief era.  I was reading a book a few minutes and reminiscing about all those lovely intimate moments where I helped a attractive woman fill out the merchant copy of her bar bill.  They are among the most intimate moments of my life.  I’m probably going to open a can of something or other for dinner.  I love cans.  I find the ambient music I’m listening to right now to be slightly unnerving.  I admire con artists.  I once had a supervisor tell me that I love mediocre work and she was so right.  I’m chuckling about it right now as I remember that moment.  I once had a supervisor with big cans who at one point appeared to be fingering herself through her slate business slacks while looking at me and listening to me explain a problem for which – at that time – I had no solution for.  I remember feeling confused by her actions but not calling attention to it.  I gotta take a leak.  I’ll probably go to the bar later and watch part of a movie on my phone while drinking alcohol.  I recently saw someone wearing pants that looked a lot like a shirt I have.  The shirt is a cotton polyester blend.  I wash it on a more gentle cycle.  I need to buy some new clothes soon.  I need to order some razors soon.  I use the Mach 3 from Gillette.  Three blades.  Triple protection .  it gives me an incredibly close smooth shave.  I can’t tell how much I like or dislike boredom.  The last video I beat off to featured a chubby woman in pantyhose.  But it was ultimately the hairs growing out of one of the large moles above her lip that brought me to the climax of sexual excitement.  I need to buy liquid soap.