Sunday, April 27, 2014

I was preparing for a zombie apocalypse. I had an ax, but it was too heavy. I looked for a pickax. I found a long double sided limb cutter I guess. It was big but light. I swung it around and imagined I could kill zombies with it. It looked sharp. I was at a store looking for something. Vince from vitamins was there.

I am a little disappointed that I watcht porn and masturbated last night, for the first time in maybe two weeks. I am not as ashamed as I thought I would be. I thought I would be too ashamed to do it again, but I guess I've just been wasting every moment of every day, so I didn't see it as a step down or backward.

I feel distant from Aaron. I want to see him and talk with him, so that I can care more about being a better person. I have been extremely lazy. I need to get groceries, but I have put it off for three days or something. In the morning I think I'll get them at work, then at work I think I'll get them later.

I'm listening to Sufjan Stevens, Greetings from Michigan, in reverse song order starting with "Oh, God, Where Are You Now".

I thought about masturbating again a few minutes ago, touching my nipples while watching Coffeh Time. I'm really sick sometimes. I made some strong espresso, about two cups of it I guess. It's coursing through my veins.

It's beautiful music. Beautiful spirit. Jake invited me to see Boyfrendz last night. I forgot until I had passed the exit and I didn't want to go. Work is pretty dumb. Wasting almost 9 hours. Well. Money is useful I'm sure. "Money can't buy happiness... It IS happiness." - Jacky D. Oh. I did watch that last night.

Sweet boy voice... Spices... Mother... I want to find where I wrote about what Spring and Summer mean for my life.

I need to look thru my entire note spiral I guess. BASTROP STATE PARK, YOUNG BITCH, gentle love everlasting.

It's after noon. I am a question mark, body, mind... "release" Blackalicious, Saul Williams, Other guy asaain

The west coast of America.

Bill Bailey Bill Callahan Fistful Of Bills Don Cheney George Jacobs DJ Harris.

George Elliot WAS a woman. Wonder, to, too, all ways. Be a whey, weigh, down, hairb, alls. Hasboro, Haribo, Bear, Cutting, Cutey.

Lactose. Scholarly purist

Qweent ladle I-Land vill age.






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