Where We Go, What We Do, What We See, How We Feel

Eating blueberry ice cream crepes in a casino in Las Vegas

Shitting jalepeno seeds on a cruise ship on the Caribbean

My tummy turns over like a lightning bolt at the speed of sound

The blood in her head looks great on her dress, but I don't say a word
and I don't say a word

Ants on the asphalt boil like gold in your teenager's throat

We, who afford the luxury, we inherit the world and its money

You know what gets my goat, a tower of perfectly balanced oranges
and a man too young to know he's old

Quirky and the Elephant’s Brigade!

Quirky and the Elephant’s 

Brigade!

In the time when dinosaurs roamed the land, there lived a bright, shiny puppy named Gregory. He frolicked all day and night without a care in the world. Some days when a mean dinosaur approached him looking for trouble, Gregory growled his mightiest growl, and the dinosaur would quickly gallop away. Gregory slept in a small cave near a big rock, called Enchanted Rock. When Gregory awoke with the sunrise each morning, he would race out of his cave and climb Enchanted Rock all the way to the top. He stood there proudly for a moment and stared at the Valley of Boulders, which was the area from the Mystic Mountains to the Sparkling Lake. When he came down from the rock he pounced in the bushes looking for a big, tasty bug for breakfast. When the sun was high in the sky, Gregory lay on the warm ground of the valley and slept. He jumped into the Sparkling Lake often and swam in circles near the shore. It was a very large lake and Gregory had never seen the other side. Gregory returned to the top of Enchanted Rock and watched the sun set behind the Mystic Mountains. Gregory dreamed of traveling over the mountains and finding the place where the sun went at night. Gregory didn’t know why the sun had to leave every night, but he forgave it since it returned every morning.

One cold morning Gregory woke before dawn. It was just light enough to see in his cave. He stared across the land at the grey sky. He kicked around a rock with his front paw. It was quiet. He could hear the wind whistle through his cave. He lay still and slept more. He woke up again to his growling stomach. He walked out and saw two big tyrannosauri walking towards each other. When they met, they began to fight. It was very violent, and the dinosaurs looked angry, like they wanted to kill each other. Their fight came towards Gregory, and he leaped into a bush for protection. One of the dinosaurs smashed the other into Gregory’s cave and destroyed it. Gregory jumped from his bush and barked at the remaining dinosaur. It stood still for a moment then headed to the Valley of Boulders. Gregory followed still barking angrily. Once in the valley, the dinosaur ran faster than Gregory could follow, and Gregory quit barking. All over the valley the dinosaurs were fighting each other. Gregory was scared. He ran into the Sparkling Lake and swam for miles. When he could not swim anymore, he drowned to death.

A second later, a meteor struck the earth, and all of the dinosaurs died. Ten million years later, I sat at a table with John, Jacob, Mary, and Susan. They spit in my face, and I peed my pants and cried. I had my backpack on as I walked on the brown, crunchy leaves going home. My name was Jeremy. I was 72 years old. That was sixty years after now anyway. I was also twelve. Now was 9:37 p.m. February 17, 2004. I wished I hadn’t said that. I wished I had said something. I swept the road at night. Then after making me wait a while, Jerry moved and said something. I thought he was incompetent, but I admired him. We walked along the empty street at night, in that nice, quiet, small town in Northern Virginia. There were lights on each side of the street, and peaceful, welcoming houses. Jerry mentioned something about Gregory and a puppy, but I wasn’t listening. I was thinking about a girl... I didn’t know what to say to make it special. I wondered what I should have said. I wanted to tell her about Harble and his office building at sunrise. Why would she care though? Only I think it means something. It doesn’t mean anything. I wanted to meet Harble. I wanted to be Harble.

Sight of You

I have no gun under my hat on my head
I tip it up at you so you know what I know
We do what we do
We hope we make it through

You drove on the street
I walked on the sidewalk
I want you to see how gay I can be
I get overjoyed at the sight of you

I need to tell you
Like I need to tell you

I need to tell you
Love I need to tell you

I love to tell you

Walking

All I want is honesty.

Hi. I am in the business center at my apartments. I got out of bed about 20 minutes ago.

About 9 last night I took a walk around my hood. I listened to They Might Be Giants Rdio. I was bursting with energy. I speed walked. I started to wave and say Hi or Hello to every passing car. I passed a guy sitting at a bustop. I said Good Evening in a low voice. I did not detect a response. It is too cold in here.

I tried to walk funnily, to put on a show for the people driving by. I gave some thumbs up. skipped for under a minute, till I was too tired to. I wondered if I was totally altering my personality for good. I had fun. The exercise was good for me. I felt like I was high on something. Just my own body and mind and life.

I listened to music really loud after I was back in the apartment. I turned off the AC and opened the balcony door. Ween and Pixies and Neutral Milk Hotel. I said loudly, Saturday night, and, I have chairs, wondering if someone could hear me.

I thought of myself as having a one-person party.

Pat and Bridget arrived shortly after.

Within ten minutes he asked if I wanted to play a game. I reacted negatively then said Yes.

We played Small World, and I did poorly. Pat beat Bridget by 5.

I got tired. Pat ordered Papa John's. I ate 2 or 3 slices.

He got root beer. I like root beer, but I don't want to kill myself any further with soda.

A few weeks or months ago, we had some cream soda, and a few times I put some in my mouth to taste it, then I spit it out.


About 1 am, I went for a walk with my phone and ear buds.

I walked east on the north side of Stassney. I was a little scared of violent homeless people and crazed youths. I did not notice any.

I passed two daycares.

I walked slowly. I had my arms crossed for a long time. I wanted to look hungry and pitiful. Or maybe I just was.





The moon was about 75%.

I looked at it every SO often.

I turned right on Congress. I like the large undeveloped area. The moon and trees and clouds were beautiful. I felt weird. I felt that everything was empty and meaningless. I thought that Meaning means nothing. I walked by an open taco truck. Two people sat at a picnic table talking. I thought of asking for food for free, politely begging. I thought, Yo soy nada. Tengo nada. Then I wondered how to say I feel nothing in Spanish.



I began to walk with arms behind my back and more energy. I turned right on Eberhart. I played Igorrr's Nostril on Youtube.com and listened with ear buds in my ears.

I liked it a lot. I thought of Aaron and if he would like it. I laughed a little.

My attention to and and enthusiasm for the music waned. In front of the Arts was a man and a truck and a dog. I looked at the light colored dog and said Pretty dog. I passed the man seconds later, looked at him, and said Good Evening. He said something quietly. He was shorter, older, and had a little dark mustache.


I got back about 3:30 am.


I listened to ASMR a little. I fell asleep...


Goodbye for now

always ben and will

I know how to always be a quark's flavor.
I am the best at being eternity's forever!
My name is Ben.
I work in a car.
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We play with thin wheat bread and white cow cheese.
I love my self.
I am happy almost every morning; my two shiny fully functional human hands appear before my two fully functional beautiful eyes.
Before yesterday and after tomorrow.
Three Days Will never die for you.
It happened again.
I Will pop the universal red balloon skin.
Inside the balloon is not the balloon.
Candy fun party colors apricot pit penis saliva.
Goose pimples Ben's arm, every day to work and forward. My car is a Pathfinder. It's eleven hundred years old. My Star burnt out. Ben change it out with two fingers. Two friends have lists to read out loud to each other. Light is fake.
Lake fight. Flight lake. Light flake.
Charles choose me. Will fell; Ben did not slow or look back. I give you my secret.
A flow below, we uncovered.
Charles Beckett chuckle the floor and a half years, but she hides the same man, and I will be a great place for a smiling face. I have been getting Monday night and day out of town for work and play with the help of my favorite part of the most passionate you.
Will live for ever.
Urgent Heidi's itch neurobiology.