Didn’t have that wet shave.
But today will be the day. woke
up to a lovely tale rife with anecdotal evidence. Would love a dinner of undercooked red meat,
red wine and a rich discussion of the phenomenon. Wrote in my private diary for a bit and
chanced upon an explanation for the inexplicable fascination. Necessary?
All of a sudden my brain was flooded by a wealth of symbolic
information. Might be time to sit in a
corner and think about triangles for a while.
Ate some canned boiled carrots yesterday. Or did i? the more I learn the less I want to know. Secret garden. Oh please, help me to help them forgot. Such appeal in slipping away. Neon green cats and fish. If only I could have lived near a
landfill. I’m on my second cup of
java. Electronics behaving strangely. Aging out of the experience. Several parcels are in fact now on their way
to my posh flat. The extra pill last
night really helped me sleep. Talked to
someone about poems last night. She’d
received a large book of poems (I’d estimate around 400 pages or so) for
Christmas one year. She commented that
some of them were inappropriate. I drank
beer and wine. My wine glass had a
handle. I do things and go places that
depress me. how strange. Gotta make way for the homosuperior! Fell off there for a while. All the extra java didn’t help. Was searching for a compliment but I couldn’t
think of anything adequate. Lots of people
kind stick with their formative hair and fashion styles for their entire lives. So they end up always looking of a specific
time. not that that’s a bad thing. Or is it?!
the more I learn the less I want to know. I need to bullshit some investors! Bakeries are so awesome. But I could never be a baker. I don’t have what it takes. There’s so for which I am qualified. I am by and
large a useless person. I’ve been spread
too this on this cracker of life. listening
to some music now and I think a DJ I used to know was into this artist. I was ghosted this DJ years ago but I don’t
blame them. Those were great times. But what was I talking about? Something about virtue but I’m blanking on it
right now. would like my life to take on
a cyberpunk aesthetic and trajectory but the sad fact is I would not last very
long at all in such an environment. I don’t
have what it takes. I am a spectacularly
unskilled and useless individual. It’s
somewhat depressing but not too bad since I’m used to it. is this a harp? Harp music.
The inherent selfishness of the baby boomers. The rising fear through the decades of home invasion,
violence and sexual violence. How did
that transform into new age doctrine? Thinking
about being floated above the ocean, travelling over the coast to some type of transparent
installation built into a cliff side. I might
eat pasta soon. my neck is sore. I’m in search of a midwife who can help
me. ironic that I’m listening to a song
about a bear right now and I’m also set to receive a book about a bear today
(via the famed US Postal Service). Is this
the height of irony. It almost reminds
of The Bear That Wasn’t. performative
prayers are ugly things. Good Lord but getting
through even one page of my shit writing is incredibly difficult. I just don’t have it. and you know what? I never did!
I am so utterly bereft of good qualities. It’s fucking pathetic is what it is! Maybe this is the year I finally get a face
tattoo! Venus’s early proclamations were
very interesting. I am under her
spell. Superman and Lois is probably my
favorite couple in all of comic books and comic book media. Is Gutierrez my favorite character from Michael
Crichton’s crackerjack corker of a novel Jurassic Park?! Probably.
I’m on hold right now with a doctor’s office. I love lemon merengue pie. I think I love key
lime a little bit more. Books are a wonderful thing that I sometimes
take for granted. That was a little burst
of positivity there! I’m so looking
forward to today’s wet shave. Thinking
about Linda now. somewhat
immortalized. Is that a thing? Now flung up into the sky, along with her
true partner, who was leading who? What manifested
from those hours and pages? She takes
all those witnesses along with her. what
would her progeny have to say? The words
of Venus reveal some but not all. There will
be no final word on any of this. Of course,
I think as my head goes light, how utterly proper. a big juicy cellulite ridden ass (this
statement is unrelated to any of the stuff that came before)! Looks terrific. Long latex gloves. Whoopsie daisy sounding nice and sexy. Was reading about psychedelics and the Paris
art scene. Whoopsie daisy! Then I was looking at some woman being body
shamed while she sang in Brazil or some shit.
Back to sawdust while I continue writing some utter shit garbage. Meanwhile, I continue to achieve astounding
heretofore unheard of levels of impotency!
Saved By The Cross in acronym form.
Never think to search the basement.
All came out in a rousing bit of live television! Gotta placing a plastic bag over my mouth
while eating! She’s stunning! Fifth!
It’s frightening how easy it is to waste time. it is a distinctly bad feeling to let any sort
of relationship linger in your life long after the expiration date. Listening to Edgar again. Just learned of Gina’s upcoming return. All for a paycheck of course. No nobler reason to do such a thing. Exhibition.
She was everything to me for a awhile. oh to joyfully suffer such a haywire demise. I wish I was good at forgery. I’ll never be the dark savior on the
train.
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