Scabrous

I was thinking about music album titles and covers for my musical alter-ego Toe Bleed. I thought of scabs and their interesting surfaces, bumpy and colorful. I wish I would remember my exact thoughts about album ideas. [I am listening to Coconut Records, Jason Schwartzman's music project. It's weird to hear him sing.]
The intricate pointy projections of a scab remind me of my doodles. I would make shaky, windy lines and connect them and fill in the spaces. That reminds me of dripping wet sand and making spindly towers on the beach. That reminds me of when I used that image in a poem called Languidge. That reminds me I like to read and write and connect with people and discover wonderful things. I want to go to that strange rural automated museum in New Zealand. In Sarah's youtube video it looked like the Cathedral of Junk. I have to go outside today. I have to call Home Depot in the next hour. I can work at the same store as Hannah. We can talk and arrange a meeting at her house after work and I can feel her boobs and she can feel my penis and we can make out. I can cry and wonder if there is a person inside of me. 50% of my reasons for typing this now is because Aaron told me to. That was a wild guess. Everything good is full of difficulty, like the human body. I hope Evan lives a long time. After the Storm Rhino killed James' parents, he had a really tough time, but the bugs became his friends and things got better. What is he going to do in New York City? If you write a children's book, you might change someone's life. I am immersed in fantasy. I think I might have sexsomnia. Sometimes in bed I find myself touching my penis without meaning to. I am going to stop at ten a.m. and call Home Depot. I hope I talk to a person and get it settled whether I can work or not. I want to nail two pieces of wood together. At five p.m. I shall call Bobby and ask if I can help him on a job and get paid for it. What I am really going to say is, "Hi, it's Greg. How's it going? ... yeah, yeah [responding, listening] I was wondering if I can still come work for you sometime." OK the conversation goes, possibly ending with me saying I will see him when we go to work. I might cut my hand on a sander and it will scab over after it bleeds. I wonder how soon I can beat Earthbound. I wonder if I'll play the sequel. I wonder if I will make steady progress developing Cold Fire. I keep touching my nipples and thinking about watching porn. Also I love Magic: the Gathering. I want to make cards, make a set, make a deck, and most of all draft M14 with my brothers. This weekend will be amazing. It is Tuesday. It is amazing. The ever-loving internet. Nighttiming!! Dancing and wiggling and jizzing and pooping and barfing and laughing and crying and booty-bumping and drooling snot-nose and screaming and playing slow-motion tennis and grabbing stars from the sky and branding your own skin with them.

I want to toss Domino around and shake the fat off of him and get him to be active and healthy. Tim too. I want to two-step with Aaron in a wooden dance hall and shoot a rifle at cans in the woods with Aaron. I want to try on strange clothes in a thrift store with Aaron. I want to make a movie with someone.

I searched google for 16 bit porn and ended up reading a tumblr post that led me to imagine a real event of a man shooting himself in the head and what the back of his head looked like.

It's almost ten. I don't feel ready to call Home Depot, but I have to. I can use Hannah as my motivation. Not for purely sexual reasons, but for mostly friendly reasons.

I sent her a facebook message asking if she had any advice. I don't know if I should wait to hear from her.

I think I have been trying to write for about an hour.

This music right now and the second definition of scabrous makes me want to be somewhere like Appalachia with rolling hills full of beautiful trees in the fall.

Hannah gave me a good message right away! I am inspired! Bye...