True Stuff Up

People are suffering deeply and constantly.

This can change.

There is a logical minimum of possible suffering.

I am seeking absolute truth.





I must tell you

that

I just cannot


I cannot even type what I cannot do

that is how much

that is how impossible



What I cannot do

is indescribable and

it defines me and what I do


It is other people


I'm tired

tired



 of my free will



and bad food

and good food


and sounds, more so hearing


and the English language



tired of sleeping


tired of nerves


and hormones

and chemicals

and the laws of nature



and the Known Unknown




Stereolab makes music.


I make stuff up.


I am leaving

Some New Words and Fun

Hi, I have a keyboard. It is here under my fingers. I have no answer to your Math Question. I ate a burrito as big as my dehydrated brain. I spent one hour shitting.

I am sorry to you specifically. I lied about the burrito. Burrito translates to Little Donkey. I have been awake for over 9 hours, I think. It is almost 12 pm.

I am listening to my Starred playlist on Spotify. Beach House is playing. I am about three feet away from a window that is by the front door. This is my house. My mom lives here and sleeps here too. I have spent more time within these walls than anywhere else on Earth. I have most likely spent more than half of my life in this house. Maybe 75 percent of my life. The address was 64 Michele Drive when I first lived here. It changed to 139 Michele Drive. That is what it still is as of this date.

I am certain that I should do something for someone. Nothing is ever selfless. Everything I do, I do for myself. Sometimes I am good. Sometimes I am bad. Sometimes I am right. Sometimes I am wrong.

I need to do something. I need to connect with some person.

The person who created existence is a person who created itself. The creator is not human. The creator exists throughout and beyond time and space. The creator is unimaginable to a human. A human is always human. A person is more than human.


I do not think that I am the first person to think any of these words.


This is for my own satisfaction. I think it is working. I think about the lighthouse in GTA 5.


I am not a practical or logical thinker. I am not much of a thinker.


I am separate from my senses.

I am listening to Car Seat Headrest........................ AGAIN


I am pretty tired. I am not that pretty to myself. Looking at some people's faces has been almost orgasmic to me. I cannot really believe how looking at a face can make me feel so much.


Hey, dawg, you want a garden hose magic wand, baby?



I am really funny. I am very fair and very kind.


I am a kind of person. I can explain it to you. You are my friend now. I do not want to be you. I do not want you to be you.



I have a good answer to a Highly Subjective Question that You did ask me.




I made a multi useful tool out of a wooden log about 15 inches long and 5 inches in diameter.


It can make noise and it can hold liquid. It can cook food without heat.

It cannot do all of this at once, just one at a time. It cannot do anything by itself. It needs your help.

It is the only one of its kind that will ever exist.


Just like me. I am as special as I can be. Everyone else is the same: they are not me, and you are not me.

No one else can be me.


I can only be me.


Aaron said to me that most people are mildly schizophrenic.


It's normal. It is a human condition.


We like to solve murders. Some times murder is fun.


I share a part of human consciousness with all humans.


You are never a Popsicle, but maybe one day [:

I keep the hope for you. I help. You help too. We touch each other. We are happy for now.


Now is getting later. How is that?


Everyone and everything has one thing in common. I'll let you decide.



I will wait.....


Maybe we will meet in a big city park. I hope no one gets raped or killed or hurt.  {:  ! Hah!

That is funny.

I think we eat waffle cone ice creams.


I will give us new names.


My appropriate name is OP90MW11

Thank you and good bye

This is political! Time is changing! it's 4am!

It's funny. Money only means, " if I give you these notes or this number, will you do me a favor? We both know people who will take those notes and do you a favor, because they know that they can get favors for those notes."
People need to know that their work is good for something. People need food and safety. If they can't or don't get these things for themselves, as in large interconnected societies, then they make a representational system so that people will do favors for each other, knowing that someone will return their favors.
I guess. Maybe someday I'll read Lonergan's economics.

I feel heavy. I should sleep more so I can function better. I am not sure what my body would do for itself, if it slept more. But I think my brain would help me think better if it were turned down to minimal operation for a few hours.
I slept for about 4 hours.

I want to read more To Rise Again at a Decent Hour. Magic times. My little heart. My little balls. I think I want to eat cereal. It's annoying that I might wake up my mom if I make noise. I just coughed.

I'm listening to Spotify. It is playing End of the Movie by Cake.

Everything is happening, my friend.

I do not want to... something. Go. I do not want to want.

The shame and hunger are gone.

Words are lost.

Enya is singing Only Time ... to me.

Musical instruments moan and talk and laugh. They are usable fuckable, dead and dumb people.

I am plain. I am time. I am trine. I taste a pahhty.

Gong... Lowess.  Bye bye berger. I wash my face with my fingers and water. I am going to die. When I get there, I will see the difference between the first time I was wondering if anyone has any questions about the future of this message.

Haha, Autofill! I am you.

The Worst Writer Ever

What should I do?




"If there's a better way to be... that's how I want to be."

- I said that.


i  bon't  care


comedy


force  field


I am listening to Nazi Rock. Surge.  War.  Hate.  Destruction.  Oblivion.  {:  coo coo pants, I like you are hair


I was watching Love on Netflix.

I listened to most of the new Harmontown, but the app quit. I am waiting for it load back to the part I was on.

I just skipped 3 songs on Spotify because they were depressing to me. Kimya Dawson is singing to me now. I was pooping a few minutes ago and I thought of her song The Competition. She makes me feel a little better.


Be positive. Think the right thoughts. Do the right things. Make things. Make love, not pizza. Eat babies. Dead ones, not alive ones.


Ride on Roller Skates


Hello! This is a book entitled The Worst Writer Ever. I am The worst writer ever. I am writing this book. This sentence will never end

bAD DAY zERO

bAD DAY zERO

Sunshine. And Blood. I pick the pieces. I ate 2 pounds of Reese's Pieces and nothing else yesterday.

I cannot shit. I drove past the Jalisco's restaurant. I stared at a bird in the air and almost crashed into a merging semi truck.

Mom bought 4 pizzas. I am dead. I eat cunts. I raped the 12 year old TV star. I ate Gillian Jacobs. I circumcised myself. I castrated myself.

I am      nigeerrrrrrrrrr fuck fuck I cannnott yell out loud I ammm sooo fuckkking hell dead be bdead be in hell hell is life I cannot fuck I am dying ALL the the time! I can hell It is FUCK. I can be dead i want to yell and live until I die Right Now. I am Fuck, I can die, I am so UHHHH every Hell, I want to fuck and cum all of my life out I want to exploded my ficking dick fuck it so much so hard Helll, Be all you can be! All is Shit, Fuck, I make a pizza I eat a Doll, I make a Music, I juice the Father land, I am Happy to Die, I yell at Sister, I fuck the Shit, I fuck up, I do OK, I am All Right, I can die now, I am so Happy Hell, I hear Good Times, I am writing a good book Now, I am happy to be a dad, I have 4 sons they kill every life Of my Dick Son Blowing cum In my Eyes I am happy to Live with Love and Be cumming up the shaft of dead knives dads and Guns and Fuck, I eat Juices,

I fucked Gillian Jacobs in the eyes. I love drinking delicious creamy coffee. I  never get tired. I give Gillians Jacobs intense orgasms that she will never recover from which, she is on death's row. The Stalks of Trees Leaves Time for Night Shadows and Dusty Sucking Sweat Balls of Teeth and Nice Love,

for her and for everyone...