I cuddle with Ilse on a big bed, my face buried in her boob. She wears a revealing top, no bra. I see her nipple. She reads something I think. I think Tim is there.
I leave this white bedroom to visit Pat, I think, in the Amazon on canoe trip on a little creek. I come back to the white spacious room, like a hotel room. I go back to the Amazon because a snake bit Pat on the neck, which I remember being there to see. It was bloody. The snake was deadly and had big fangs, and it died after it bit Pat. I came to save Pat from dying. He was also bitten on the leg. His neck bite is fine I guess. He has black spikes or stingers in his skin at the leg bite. I have to pull them out. They are embedded in his skin. I push on one end and poke it thru and grab and pull it out. I accidentally repoke his skin a couple times, trying to get the spike out of the hole in made. I ask why I had to come do this, since it took me so long to get here. Wouldn't it be safer if someone closer helped him.
I go back to the room in the US. Tim is there, eating ice cream and playing a video game. I tell him that I went to the Amazon twice in 36 hours.
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Monday, May 26, 2014
I've never seen my hair in the mirror.
It's too thin for the light to reflect off.
I've seen a movie about a boy who grows up.
He goes into a TV screen.
His mother never stops.
His father never quits.
I never want to seem like I am.
I just want to be.
My whole death is dad of the future.
Two men walk to the trash compactor.
One wears a light green shirt.
One wears a light orange shirt.
One wears blue shorts.
One wears blue jeans.
One carries a trash bag.
One wears a cap.
They both look at the bed frame behind the recycling dumpster.
It's too thin for the light to reflect off.
I've seen a movie about a boy who grows up.
He goes into a TV screen.
His mother never stops.
His father never quits.
I never want to seem like I am.
I just want to be.
My whole death is dad of the future.
Two men walk to the trash compactor.
One wears a light green shirt.
One wears a light orange shirt.
One wears blue shorts.
One wears blue jeans.
One carries a trash bag.
One wears a cap.
They both look at the bed frame behind the recycling dumpster.
Don't I know that anything is real?
How do people do people?
Spymob? Jesus and Mary Chain? Me and Aaron? Belle and Sebastian?
TooL plays Third Eye in Reno in 2014.
I'm a Cuckoo. I make no one laugh. I make it better.
I don't know if I have to go to Jackie's today.
What am I really?
How do I waste really?
Toys and Tots.
Sitting down cuz it feels better.
To my body, how Wolverine dies. I wanted him to die, but he never does.
Chris Marsden as Cyclops. 40 years old...
National Guaranteed Annual Income. Humane Humanity.
I the health food store open. By
How to be so Stupid that it's real...
So stupid that it had to be Real
GOD KILLS DEAD THINGS!
I see and I know and I wish, saying times, trying outside afore.
God is a Jew. Ew, oo, oo. Two balls, eye balls, cock balls, water borth.
Shop.
Pep ro ni Play boy
Asia was Australia
I didn't need to hear that.
But it was good to.
Oh shard, What is He goIng to DO!?
Wash clothes. Buy healthy, affordable food. Eat it.
Pace.
In place.
Great Hills Station Sprouts Head Cashier Andrea of the past
Her right boob.
Felt extremely right.
I wonder when Pat will come back to this apartment... This ... Apartment
Apart. Not what I meant.
Salad Days of Salad Days of Days of Salad
Sit Headache Neckache Buttache
Mom ache, take a brake
Sweet wind in sky warmth light soft
Close to four hours now
Now to then, then can be past or future.
Rain Nikki
Drawing Cat
Four Nouns
My scrotum is tight. I'm wearing no underwear.
The artificial light comes on
The foot gloves come on
Come On!
Aww Shit!
Tired! Sick!
Better! Every!!!!!!
I should have gone outside before the rain came.
I am drastically afraidd of bugs
I feel like a slave to my decisions.
I feel like I can only be free by letting myself go and not knowing what I will do.
It's hard to be sane and be aware that I am in control of everything I do.
I just want ice cream cookie sandwich.
I just can't.
Almost half a day has passed, and I can't do laundry or get groceries.
How do people do people?
Spymob? Jesus and Mary Chain? Me and Aaron? Belle and Sebastian?
TooL plays Third Eye in Reno in 2014.
I'm a Cuckoo. I make no one laugh. I make it better.
I don't know if I have to go to Jackie's today.
What am I really?
How do I waste really?
Toys and Tots.
Sitting down cuz it feels better.
To my body, how Wolverine dies. I wanted him to die, but he never does.
Chris Marsden as Cyclops. 40 years old...
National Guaranteed Annual Income. Humane Humanity.
I the health food store open. By
How to be so Stupid that it's real...
So stupid that it had to be Real
GOD KILLS DEAD THINGS!
I see and I know and I wish, saying times, trying outside afore.
God is a Jew. Ew, oo, oo. Two balls, eye balls, cock balls, water borth.
Shop.
Pep ro ni Play boy
Asia was Australia
I didn't need to hear that.
But it was good to.
Oh shard, What is He goIng to DO!?
Wash clothes. Buy healthy, affordable food. Eat it.
Pace.
In place.
Great Hills Station Sprouts Head Cashier Andrea of the past
Her right boob.
Felt extremely right.
I wonder when Pat will come back to this apartment... This ... Apartment
Apart. Not what I meant.
Salad Days of Salad Days of Days of Salad
Sit Headache Neckache Buttache
Mom ache, take a brake
Sweet wind in sky warmth light soft
Close to four hours now
Now to then, then can be past or future.
Rain Nikki
Drawing Cat
Four Nouns
My scrotum is tight. I'm wearing no underwear.
The artificial light comes on
The foot gloves come on
Come On!
Aww Shit!
Tired! Sick!
Better! Every!!!!!!
I should have gone outside before the rain came.
I am drastically afraidd of bugs
I feel like a slave to my decisions.
I feel like I can only be free by letting myself go and not knowing what I will do.
It's hard to be sane and be aware that I am in control of everything I do.
I just want ice cream cookie sandwich.
I just can't.
Almost half a day has passed, and I can't do laundry or get groceries.
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Silent, Invisible, Intangible Roommates
My besy friend's name is Mikayla. She is 25 years old and has had 50 abortions. She is not feeling well, though I hsven't known her in 15 months. I met her on the tall slide at our favorite playground, when we were 19. She was born two days before me, 1480.467 miles away.
I hepled her conceive during her heroin phase. I help her drop the habit by every day bringing her huge cookies to eat and marijuana to smoke.
Probably we will be friends forever I see. I went to the farmer's market yesterday just to give her a call and see how much weight she has gained. I am betting she is over 300.
She had a dad who threw rocks at her. She sees very well in the dark.
In the night she sends IMs to her creepy ex-boyfrind named John.
I heard about her on the newspaper. She said, Why don't the Arab Jews just nuke the sand jockeys and get back to shuckling priceless gemstones?
She has four dresses hanging in her old apartment. Once in a while she forgets to start a fire and trees get wet.
I ask her how she does? Most likely, our friendship is overtaking her sensible aura. I'd ask her if she loves this, but it doesn't seem fair to her, because she never wants to lose, except when she does, us core.
I hepled her conceive during her heroin phase. I help her drop the habit by every day bringing her huge cookies to eat and marijuana to smoke.
Probably we will be friends forever I see. I went to the farmer's market yesterday just to give her a call and see how much weight she has gained. I am betting she is over 300.
She had a dad who threw rocks at her. She sees very well in the dark.
In the night she sends IMs to her creepy ex-boyfrind named John.
I heard about her on the newspaper. She said, Why don't the Arab Jews just nuke the sand jockeys and get back to shuckling priceless gemstones?
She has four dresses hanging in her old apartment. Once in a while she forgets to start a fire and trees get wet.
I ask her how she does? Most likely, our friendship is overtaking her sensible aura. I'd ask her if she loves this, but it doesn't seem fair to her, because she never wants to lose, except when she does, us core.
Saturday, May 24, 2014
edddddddd
I'm tired. I have barely been awake for 12 hours. Kit and I went on a bike ride for less than ten miles, about an hour. I'm listening to Colour Green. It's deep. I listened to Tonight and looked at the Gustav Klimt calendar and cryed a little. "Calendar" is a nice word. Penelope-of Montreal. I wanted to go outside so I started to get the mail, and I thought of taking out the trash, then I got excited about throwing away the cookie cake that Kit brought today. After I threw it away, I thought of how to explain why to Kit. I want to spare us the physical trauma of eating it. We'll eat way too much junk anyway. I imagined seeing Ashley. I wanted to make myself feel more than I usually feel. I sang in my head, I see you coming for me - I know I am not anywhere - Can I speak without moving? - Can I speak without thinking? - How strange the waves of color seem - They are known by what we make of them - They are what they are. Now I want to add "without us" to the end.
How do we describe something separate from us? How do we know anything
Tears forming. I hope I make Aaron proud by following this wondering. I masturbated to Andrea's profile picture. It felt really good. It felt like she was looking back at me. She looks displeased or something.
Thursday, Kimberley asked for my help tying string to chalk. I held the chalk as she tied. Her fingers bumped and brushed mine. She asked me to rotate the chalk and I did. I wonder if she wanted to touch me. I felt weird when I walked away. There was a young tall blonde tan girl at Howson. She checked out a Murakami book from me. I looked at her eyes when I told her the due date. She sat at a table. She was with a shorter paler girl, maybe her sister. Both were (or are, I hope they're still alive) pretty. She checked out something else from me later. I glanced at her and the other a few times. I thought I should say something to her, at least about Murakami, even though I know almost nothing about him. I hoped my coworkers did not think I was staring at them, lusting. She could have been younger than 17. That would be great.
I looked at the Conspiracy set for a while. I am well set in the idea that my bros and I will draft it, wasting money and, more upsetting, time. I looked at Gillian Jacobs online (I wonder how old she is. Barely older than me I think). Dan Croll is twenty-four. He was twenty two when he debuted his music. Hopefully I can use the words I wrote these many years and create something good.
I always do. Doing suff. So, I am ginna ebbe be be bne ba bbe edddddddd
How do we describe something separate from us? How do we know anything
Tears forming. I hope I make Aaron proud by following this wondering. I masturbated to Andrea's profile picture. It felt really good. It felt like she was looking back at me. She looks displeased or something.
Thursday, Kimberley asked for my help tying string to chalk. I held the chalk as she tied. Her fingers bumped and brushed mine. She asked me to rotate the chalk and I did. I wonder if she wanted to touch me. I felt weird when I walked away. There was a young tall blonde tan girl at Howson. She checked out a Murakami book from me. I looked at her eyes when I told her the due date. She sat at a table. She was with a shorter paler girl, maybe her sister. Both were (or are, I hope they're still alive) pretty. She checked out something else from me later. I glanced at her and the other a few times. I thought I should say something to her, at least about Murakami, even though I know almost nothing about him. I hoped my coworkers did not think I was staring at them, lusting. She could have been younger than 17. That would be great.
I looked at the Conspiracy set for a while. I am well set in the idea that my bros and I will draft it, wasting money and, more upsetting, time. I looked at Gillian Jacobs online (I wonder how old she is. Barely older than me I think). Dan Croll is twenty-four. He was twenty two when he debuted his music. Hopefully I can use the words I wrote these many years and create something good.
I always do. Doing suff. So, I am ginna ebbe be be bne ba bbe edddddddd
Etta Wine Tease
betterbetterbetterbetterbetter. Tingling, cuming. I now near never please how grape.
My hair is shoom. It is. Berry and willful. Qweesh. I tip.
A solid song beeps six six zero. Playing gets gar... I went.
Push backwards. Camel times ride slick heat. I beat freak with beet.
Sock hole groans put house to same. Helluva. Bastery. I pick sleep.
Cross pope. Peep slow poppy does. Osteridge. Parkley. I pain plain.
Bitter sweeps nobs tucking French pop toasters site closers. Ips. I am soak bleep upper soon.
My hair is shoom. It is. Berry and willful. Qweesh. I tip.
A solid song beeps six six zero. Playing gets gar... I went.
Push backwards. Camel times ride slick heat. I beat freak with beet.
Sock hole groans put house to same. Helluva. Bastery. I pick sleep.
Cross pope. Peep slow poppy does. Osteridge. Parkley. I pain plain.
Bitter sweeps nobs tucking French pop toasters site closers. Ips. I am soak bleep upper soon.
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Why.
It can be so sad. I can be.
I'm at home. It's almost sunset. I just watched a throat fucking video and came on some toilet paper. I ate ice cream, chocolate sauce, cheese and triscuits (what a clever name! shouldn't they be triangular?), milk, whipped cream, more chocolate sauce, and shrimp flavor Ramen noodles.
I am living exactly like I was eight years ago. It's like I'm on high school summer vacation. I hate work. I don't care about anything. I don't wanna do anything. Storytelling is a weird movie. Let me just spend another eight hours on the internet alone...
I watched three episodes of 30 Rock. Work did go pretty well. I am very happy to have tomorrow off. Howson on Saturday will probably be pretty easy. My memory is pretty good. I can make myself care enough in most situations. I hate driving sometimes, or hate that I have to drive, or hate that my seat doesn't move forward anymore and my shoulders and chest and neck hurt.
Curses Fired - Natureboy... GTA 3, Tony. You - Gold Panda ... Cameron's Dad's glass garage ravine.
I figured out the square root rule in Towards Self Meaning. I heard a cool Canadian band called Ought. When I heard the DJ say it, I thought Ott... like Ottawa {: Capital. How trivial.
Gotta drive to Austin early again. I want to go outside. What do I need to do? I need to use money at a farmers market (not Sprouts, a real one.) Haha, It's so funny that I worked there for 6 months. Sort of sad. It was pretty easy. I hope that this library job doesn't fall apart. Or that I don't fall apart at it.
I really want to know all about how and why animals live off of other living things.
I took a break. I listened to youtube songs, Lower Dens and Cocorosie. It's an hour and half since I started this post. Heather Graham is on Twin Peaks now. Log Lady touched the Colonel's face.
I did some square roots. Not seeing any meaning. I walked outside. The soil looked fertile and alive. I could sort of feel the churning and the growing. Plants are amazing, chemicals, water, sunlight.
I peed out back. I ran towards the house and looked at the blue sky. I jumped over the pile of deck boards.
Buddy followed me around the property.
I have four months to find a better way to live.
Flying dogs. Paw five toes. Four feet. Coyotes... Grizzly. Communication techniques. Picnic skill. Body talent.
Got to sleep a lot, sleep is wonder... or the opposite. You can't make a fist holding hands.
Oh dam. Liquid gold.
It can be so sad. I can be.
I'm at home. It's almost sunset. I just watched a throat fucking video and came on some toilet paper. I ate ice cream, chocolate sauce, cheese and triscuits (what a clever name! shouldn't they be triangular?), milk, whipped cream, more chocolate sauce, and shrimp flavor Ramen noodles.
I am living exactly like I was eight years ago. It's like I'm on high school summer vacation. I hate work. I don't care about anything. I don't wanna do anything. Storytelling is a weird movie. Let me just spend another eight hours on the internet alone...
I watched three episodes of 30 Rock. Work did go pretty well. I am very happy to have tomorrow off. Howson on Saturday will probably be pretty easy. My memory is pretty good. I can make myself care enough in most situations. I hate driving sometimes, or hate that I have to drive, or hate that my seat doesn't move forward anymore and my shoulders and chest and neck hurt.
Curses Fired - Natureboy... GTA 3, Tony. You - Gold Panda ... Cameron's Dad's glass garage ravine.
I figured out the square root rule in Towards Self Meaning. I heard a cool Canadian band called Ought. When I heard the DJ say it, I thought Ott... like Ottawa {: Capital. How trivial.
Gotta drive to Austin early again. I want to go outside. What do I need to do? I need to use money at a farmers market (not Sprouts, a real one.) Haha, It's so funny that I worked there for 6 months. Sort of sad. It was pretty easy. I hope that this library job doesn't fall apart. Or that I don't fall apart at it.
I really want to know all about how and why animals live off of other living things.
I took a break. I listened to youtube songs, Lower Dens and Cocorosie. It's an hour and half since I started this post. Heather Graham is on Twin Peaks now. Log Lady touched the Colonel's face.
I did some square roots. Not seeing any meaning. I walked outside. The soil looked fertile and alive. I could sort of feel the churning and the growing. Plants are amazing, chemicals, water, sunlight.
I peed out back. I ran towards the house and looked at the blue sky. I jumped over the pile of deck boards.
Buddy followed me around the property.
I have four months to find a better way to live.
Flying dogs. Paw five toes. Four feet. Coyotes... Grizzly. Communication techniques. Picnic skill. Body talent.
Got to sleep a lot, sleep is wonder... or the opposite. You can't make a fist holding hands.
Oh dam. Liquid gold.
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Whirlpool
Hello, forty fornicator.
I was very against class and work today. I wanted to go to sleep at the wheel of the car and crash into a ditch and talk to the tow truck driver about how weird and lonely we are.
I think my eyes involuntarily closed during training. Then he said Cheryl, addressing me. I started. I woke up significantly when he talked about the print cards and I said I got one a year ago. I felt alive, then I got extremely bored and tired again.
I wrote what seems like a good poem yesterday. Domino is extremely annoying.
One more day of work. I was disappointed when I realised I could not sleep in Friday because of my Stacy appointment. I usually feel like getting out of bed on my off days anyway. I just wore a T-shirt and dirty sneakers to Pleasant Hill. I helped one customer and spent the rest of the time on the computer. Sometimes people don't scare me.
I am sitting badly, and I wanted to stand here while I typed... I caved unconsciously. Now I stand up.
Stretching my neck... Oh, I really wanted to type my confession that I masturbated to porn last night. Quite crappy. It had been almost two weeks I think. That may have been why I was so tired today. Or lack of food. I was hungry and ate 2 ounces of peanuts from Faulk break room vending machine.
Last night alone at Mom's, I watched ASMR and old Apprentice eh vlogs... There are usually one or two redeeming things in my constant selfish indulgence, aka life. {: haha, so negative. The videos were not redeeming, they were indulgence. Food was indulgence.
I went out to the street at 9pm. I looked at the sky and the shapes and shadows and colors made me laugh with joy. I guess twilight starts after sunset... Haha! It is extremely fun to look on Wikipedia at the technical definitions of dusk and twilight. books movies fans
I'm hungry again. I got to go feed the dogs soon. I wanted to wait for Pat to wake up... Monday it was almost 7 pm when he got up, Whuuuh?!
Got to email ... AH I AM SITTING AGAIN. email Aaron about the square roots.
The Head and the Heart.
Summertime.
Synthesize.
Ok, Bye
I was very against class and work today. I wanted to go to sleep at the wheel of the car and crash into a ditch and talk to the tow truck driver about how weird and lonely we are.
I think my eyes involuntarily closed during training. Then he said Cheryl, addressing me. I started. I woke up significantly when he talked about the print cards and I said I got one a year ago. I felt alive, then I got extremely bored and tired again.
I wrote what seems like a good poem yesterday. Domino is extremely annoying.
One more day of work. I was disappointed when I realised I could not sleep in Friday because of my Stacy appointment. I usually feel like getting out of bed on my off days anyway. I just wore a T-shirt and dirty sneakers to Pleasant Hill. I helped one customer and spent the rest of the time on the computer. Sometimes people don't scare me.
I am sitting badly, and I wanted to stand here while I typed... I caved unconsciously. Now I stand up.
Stretching my neck... Oh, I really wanted to type my confession that I masturbated to porn last night. Quite crappy. It had been almost two weeks I think. That may have been why I was so tired today. Or lack of food. I was hungry and ate 2 ounces of peanuts from Faulk break room vending machine.
Last night alone at Mom's, I watched ASMR and old Apprentice eh vlogs... There are usually one or two redeeming things in my constant selfish indulgence, aka life. {: haha, so negative. The videos were not redeeming, they were indulgence. Food was indulgence.
I went out to the street at 9pm. I looked at the sky and the shapes and shadows and colors made me laugh with joy. I guess twilight starts after sunset... Haha! It is extremely fun to look on Wikipedia at the technical definitions of dusk and twilight. books movies fans
I'm hungry again. I got to go feed the dogs soon. I wanted to wait for Pat to wake up... Monday it was almost 7 pm when he got up, Whuuuh?!
Got to email ... AH I AM SITTING AGAIN. email Aaron about the square roots.
The Head and the Heart.
Summertime.
Synthesize.
Ok, Bye
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
I saw the hour hand and thought it was (:45... 9:45. It's 9:15 pm. Almost four hours at Mom's house gone. I'm listening to Everyday Robots again. "Lonely Press Play" is exactly what I do. You're not resolved in your heart. How everyday.
How to be and to have. I started a new ASMRrequests video. I watched Take This Waltz shower scene. My shoulders and chest are crap. Eating pain.
I heard Camper Van Beethoven on KUTX today. Take the skinheads bowling is amazing. Now listening to Telephone Free Landslide Victory. Super title.
Cramped up, curled out, cooped on.
K see ya {: I. Try. Aaron, humanity, eternity, present, strength, moral. Y o Si
How to be and to have. I started a new ASMRrequests video. I watched Take This Waltz shower scene. My shoulders and chest are crap. Eating pain.
I heard Camper Van Beethoven on KUTX today. Take the skinheads bowling is amazing. Now listening to Telephone Free Landslide Victory. Super title.
Cramped up, curled out, cooped on.
K see ya {: I. Try. Aaron, humanity, eternity, present, strength, moral. Y o Si
Monday, May 12, 2014
Me.
like I can possibly care.
So boring I am nearly unable to stand up...
I thought, I hate this... Then I thought... That's not good to think. Maybe it's not true and maybe I will believe myself. Maybe I hate myself. I thought, I love this... I think, I love myself...
Emma and I sat in the break room, barely moving or making noise. I was reading about a fictional step-mother.
I tried to talk with Kathleen about futures...
I am listening to Liars - Mess
Rock and Roll ego.
Walking back from Pleasant Hill, Endless Nonsense.
It's 5 pm. Pat is asleep. I saw him for a minute when I got home an hour ago.
Time goes so fast.
Domino is on my bed. I saw a guy with three little dogs in front of Centennial Place. Pets are a waste of time. Every capable person needs to do all he, she or ze can do.
I saw that word, 'ze', on sexplanations. One day recently I watched a bunch of those videos. Dr. Doe seems real cool.
I watched 5 or so episodes of 30 Rock last night.
Very insane in what I do.
Everything mixed up. Very blank mind.
Stupid cake eating... WAste, wastes, wasting, wasted, waster.
Apologizer.
Boner.
Screw balls.
I like didn't know who I was, where I was, what I was doing, systematic robot, you know humans.
OK.
Why does this never help?
I walked with AAron. I keep trying not to cry and sometimes I smile and lauugh...
Moon cloud tree night. Hair eyes voice words are not made of language. Language expresses words.
And all. Bears. Shawn and Mom... happy to be happy
forgot. Oh well
deep than a friend then a forced interaction with a frightened stranger of all not even close to you or anyone ever
Tigers broke free, took my daddy from me. Most of them dying. Already for a new transition challenge. Multi-phase 4 dimensional pursuit plastic adult toys for dead brains to smell tidy fingers afternoons exchange possum lives for free time idle angler boat feet sailing sperm ocean wisdom dike sable coat surly courier adolescent ancients redefine grains keep teeth red red hoping smiles design attract circus purpose quit quiet label nose noise shirk appliance grace greet metal hearts.
That's accurate.
Tim Fite. Chelsea and Tim Wredberg should be here sometime. Hopefully he'll bring cat litter. I can hope. I can wait. I can't hold it in... any... any... more... {: haha little boy, Scrreaaammmmssss.... Be peace.
So boring I am nearly unable to stand up...
I thought, I hate this... Then I thought... That's not good to think. Maybe it's not true and maybe I will believe myself. Maybe I hate myself. I thought, I love this... I think, I love myself...
Emma and I sat in the break room, barely moving or making noise. I was reading about a fictional step-mother.
I tried to talk with Kathleen about futures...
I am listening to Liars - Mess
Rock and Roll ego.
Walking back from Pleasant Hill, Endless Nonsense.
It's 5 pm. Pat is asleep. I saw him for a minute when I got home an hour ago.
Time goes so fast.
Domino is on my bed. I saw a guy with three little dogs in front of Centennial Place. Pets are a waste of time. Every capable person needs to do all he, she or ze can do.
I saw that word, 'ze', on sexplanations. One day recently I watched a bunch of those videos. Dr. Doe seems real cool.
I watched 5 or so episodes of 30 Rock last night.
Very insane in what I do.
Everything mixed up. Very blank mind.
Stupid cake eating... WAste, wastes, wasting, wasted, waster.
Apologizer.
Boner.
Screw balls.
I like didn't know who I was, where I was, what I was doing, systematic robot, you know humans.
OK.
Why does this never help?
I walked with AAron. I keep trying not to cry and sometimes I smile and lauugh...
Moon cloud tree night. Hair eyes voice words are not made of language. Language expresses words.
And all. Bears. Shawn and Mom... happy to be happy
forgot. Oh well
deep than a friend then a forced interaction with a frightened stranger of all not even close to you or anyone ever
Tigers broke free, took my daddy from me. Most of them dying. Already for a new transition challenge. Multi-phase 4 dimensional pursuit plastic adult toys for dead brains to smell tidy fingers afternoons exchange possum lives for free time idle angler boat feet sailing sperm ocean wisdom dike sable coat surly courier adolescent ancients redefine grains keep teeth red red hoping smiles design attract circus purpose quit quiet label nose noise shirk appliance grace greet metal hearts.
That's accurate.
Tim Fite. Chelsea and Tim Wredberg should be here sometime. Hopefully he'll bring cat litter. I can hope. I can wait. I can't hold it in... any... any... more... {: haha little boy, Scrreaaammmmssss.... Be peace.
Saturday, May 3, 2014
Minnesota Dream Factory
Minnesota dream factory
car report
Blue icicles reflect swift grey clouds
arm tendons
Broken car in the road
sheer bone
Yell in the rearview mirror
bad eyes
Brakelights in the exhaustfog
fat burn
Cold water flows into nostrils
crunching bloodsnow
Guarantee on medicine bottle
seething pain
Sad baby woods prophet
new plains
Quest wheat stranger house
flood boss
Single outer hobble ditch
swine press
Operation gate at forty hours