I’m more impecunious
than ever! I take great pride in being impecunious. Or do i?!
the more I learn the less I want to know. I have a real hankering for fish n’
chips! Some dreams simply cannot be
denied. Im listening to an album that
has a three legged dog on the cover. Recently
saw photos for a deluxe rerelease that looked quite lovely. Too many things have been normalized. Damn brain.
Bits and pieces. I was recently
drunk in a performative sense. need to
write about things. every time I think about walking out the
door. Someone told me they were really
going to miss me. or did I imagine
that? need to buy a green rock. At some point last night I was weeping
uncontrollably. Woke up to my throat burning. I was trying to remember all the things I was
probably never going to say. Remember playing
basketball and talking about cartwheels?
There was a lost neighbor’s cat somewhere in the mix. Today makrs two days in a row that I’ve eaten
a bowl of piping hot chicken noodle soup.
Was staring at an amazon the other night with a real terrific weighty
ass crammed into tight black leggings. I
see there is a replacement underway which is the perfect time to make my clean getaway. It would be so nice to be forgotten. very few left. This is all going nowhere. But first I need to buy a green rock. I know where to buy one too. maybe I’ll go buy that rock and on the way
back to my posh flat I can stop somewhere and buy some fish n’ chips and thus
satisfy this hankering. I thought of things
to say and then thought it wouldn’t really matter much anyway. A good few chance encounters. A good few stories. Some ink.
One day mayhaps they will meet again.
With a paper firmly in hand. It’s
better to ruin a moment sometimes. Mortal. Regretting a non existent friendship. Because I could have seen. I’m wasting myself. And I may actually be out of chances. It’s my fault. Absolutely no one else to blame. Admitting something is your fault doesn’t change
things or give you any extra points. Clean
escape. Forgetting. Erasing.
Someone was dancing, looking very happy.
I tried to be happy but could only feel sad. This place is not meant for me anymore. need to become more isolated. Isolation is the gift. Mortality.
There is a mortality to things.
everything in this moment feels so tender and fragile. Can’t question someone else’s choices. They will go farther than I ever will. My God, so many just stay trapped
forever. My posh flat Is a mess a right
now. need to clean up this sty. And then what? Am I just going to carry around this green
rock? Am I gonna off chance it?! a warm green rock just would never do. words at the ready! There will not be a moment. But there were a few good conversations. And there are a few good stories. And probably a couple more left. Whales.
Crystals. Vampires. All that crap! the number is thirty. I am a jackass! Gotta say, I really enjoyed both trailers for
the upcoming Lanterns miniseries. I am
officially excited for it and look forward to that late summer show. Or do i?!
the more I learn the less I want to know. I need to finish Grant Morrison’s run on the
book and then read a few silver age Green Lantern archives before the show
premieres. I exhibited unusual restraint
and good behavior today. Thought perhaps that’s because I’m being eaten alive. I am actually starting to worry if this is
the end of things. I’ll keep ya’ll
posted. I was listening to a metal album
earlier while writing some garbage. At some
point I went to McDonald’s and ordered a Spicy McCrispy which I then proceeded to
eat in my car wihle parked outside McDonald’s.
I washed it down with a bottle of Sunny D. I listened to a little Latin pop while
driving around. Few genres of music make
me happier and combine so well with spring and summer as Latin pop. Also, I’m just a big pop fan in general. Or am i?! the more I learn the less I want to
know. Worked my inches to couple a Brazilian
bbw’s several hours ago. It really helped
take the edge off. I think I’ll tomorrow
I’ll venture downtown and buy that green rock I was talking about earlier. If I have any guts at all I’ll stop somewhere
afterward to buy a basket of fish n’ chips.
That sounds like a terrific way to spend my afternoon. I’ve probably run out of chance encounters. i'll have to leave it all on a greasy and
stained plank of wood. There was some
good news today. The radioactivity
proved it. maybe that is the trade. If that is the to be the trade I’ll have to
be thankful and accept it. maybe blow my
brains out with a dramatic black and white background. All these occult theories are
interesting. I need to read more
books. If there’s still time. wasted way too much of it. was chatting a lot with ChatGPT earlier today
about occult things. and the morality of
buying used pantyhose. Don’t have the
scratch right now to buy anymore. to say
nothing of what I may have inside. Been eating
a lot of soup recently. big ol’
gut. Always cordial. Always coming and going. Missed those things. will continue to do so. Maybe next time around. I could see a friendship the next time
around. Quite a good one. the kettle’s gone. Something ethereal sums it all up. There was a brief walk outside then cut
short. Not understanding. Zoo. The
end of zoo before the wanderer. Death’s
head mother. Brother bear. There’s a fruitbat somewhere. And some very colorful arachnids. He just culdn’t let himself go. He has never gone anywhere or done
anything.
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