I am really fucked up.

I wonder how much of my own fault that is.

I saw on old guy walking outside.

I thought, I want to kill him.

Then I thought, No, I don't.

I thought about pushing him over, laughing at him and peeing on him.

Then I thought, I am really fucked up.

I imagined smashing the apartment and burning it down.

I imagined slitting my wrist.

I need to do good work. I need to keep busy.

I took a very nice short slow walk by the river this morning just after 11.

I kind of like being kind of an alcoholic.

I am having a mug of wine to relax myself.

That is all I am going to have until this evening.

I am going to UT to see World of Tomorrow by Don Hertzfeldt with Aaron in less than two hours.

I hope he offers to drive us...

I love making sense.

My thoughts are so shitty sometimes, it seems like nothing makes sense, but then I get better and everything gets better.

I am still listening to Jeffery Lewis Spotify radio.

" Remember they're more afraid of you than you are of them . " - "Advice on Bears" by Boats

I still love Boats so much. I listened to some of their Spotify radio early today, I think.

Lou Reed

music

poem

dogs

nothing

i

Can.

Blue balls bouncing on a paved street gave the young people ( 5 to 10 years old )

much joy unlimited and unequaled