Objective

Lake Bell Tonight

Song: Contempory Hoppin' Rap Pop Groove Town Ship Happy Not-Rape, Dance Till We Die, Have baby, eat thanksgiving, give them half my Monies.

"You can be orange; you can change your minds."

My objective, for living life with us around here now foreseeable, is to trace the outer edge of Lake Bell's lips with my fingers, around and around. And we should stare at each other's facial features and study the tiniest expressions and shapes to learn about each other as this moment, then concrete the past to change into our future lives together, made sacrifice, choices obligate and deny fun for other more valuable and sincere love apologies.

The End

I watched most of Wet Hot American Summer First Day of Camp today. I have one episode left. I googled Lake Bell as I watched. I looked at photos of her, with and without clothes for a while. I masturbated while looking at photos of her naked. I think they were supposed to be private photos.  I was not even really sexually aroused. I was just completely fascinated by staring at photos of her, thinking I will never see anything more attractive. I got sad and frustrated that I will most likely never be intimate with her or anyone remotely like her.

I feel like being a better person now. I feel like enjoying life more... I am enjoying life more. Lake Bell made me like life and being alive more. I want to be someone who other people can admire, and I want to excite other people.

I like Michael Showalter a lot. I laughed out loud at a few parts of First Day of Camp. The physical gags are really good {: HAha,

Good noigjtt Everyone!

Oh yeah I ran out of money but Mom gave me more!!! Yayy Bye, I love you Lake, I live for myself, I live right now, I promise to live all I can, I expect humanity and history to get better every minute, Eternity is a real fun time for everyone

The End

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This kid - 14 years old, in 2014, left his mother's apartment, no school, no job, 9:21 p.m. October 22nd.

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He walked to St. George Washington Road, looking eastward, thinking of father and mother and brother and aunt and cousin and teacher and counselor, streetlight, porchlight, floodlight, lamplight, store signs lights, car lights, road work signs lights, no moon, purple clouds.

B. b. b. b. b. b. Big wide river flowing, he empties his pockets and hears a man talking half a block away. He senses anger and feels scared and angry and tired. Water glistens, smoke and exhaust drift on the wind.

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Why does God dash? God hates Greg within the lemon. How will a suggested enthusiasm bounce without God? Why can't Greg riot? The inadequate button determines the past spectrum.

An ethnic mechanism bushes Greg. Inside Greg cheats God. A concerned hospital reconciles Greg into another editor. The door fails against God.

Aaron speculates without Greg. A sixty neck surfaces behind Aaron. Aaron poses the sky into the guest. Should Aaron walk throughout Greg?

Aaron mangles Greg against the cloud. The tragic effort stomachs a physical biography. The sufficient spirit cheeses Aaron. Greg suspends Aaron past a cookie.

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from one month ago

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I am never dissappointed.

Driving for 50 something miles on South Eastern Ontario, I felt about half-empty of thoughts, blood, and gore. My right half near a car window (connection to green trees and blue sky/white clouds) felt too full and rusty.

My left half - lighter than air, lighter than light. No mind. A body beyond minds. A mind beyond everything. A chart on white paper: a black circle in the center of a black circle. A smiling teacher in a healthy classroom. Too late to learn anything now. Just wait.

The end

from last month

I want to know what this apartment was like while the previous tenants occupied it. I want to know what their lives were like.

That's what Mom said.

That's what Aaron agreed.

Why I Wrote This

a chopped boiled yam

Vanilla - Origin

Messiness, haste, bad posture, hesitation, seclusion, tears.

Ill-health, Ill-will

2 man-handfuls of cashews

Two male humans are conceived. 20 years later, they walk side by side on a path between a river and a mountain, lit by a star. They catch and kill a deer. They sit in a cave on the side of the mountain and eat most of the deer over the next 5 days. Just before dawn on the fifth day, a thunderstorm blows onto the mountain. Surrounded by rain and lightning, a lion attacks one of the men. The other man stabs the lion in the throat and it runs away. The first man bleeds from his left leg. They wrap it with long green leaves. He limps and winces. They walk back on the path to where they came from. They lay on 2 large rocks by the ocean. The sky is bright, the brightest. The air is warm, the most comfortable. They sleep. Four people walk along the beach towards the two men. They all examine each others' faces. They all walk back along the beach. Over the next 4 years, they dig a large hole into the side of hill by the ocean. This is their home now. They eat fish and nuts. They have no children. They die, one by one. 3 thousand years from now, you read this and wonder what it means.

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Light is fickle.
Steady constant -
A dog's name -

No one's got a job, really, ever.
I caught a bus.
A stranger missed a bus.

She must have been college-aged.
She talked to the bus driver.
I think her hair was brown.

A train was stalled.
I wonder what I'll eat next.
I wonder when I'll eat next.

Downtown is shinier
Than my small suburb.
Buildings show each other their reflections.

Immediately after a rain, I
Wonder at shapes, depths, and movements,
until I have something real to do.

Some people wasted our time
on the 6th floor of the Hilton on 4th street.
I wanted to ask each one,

"What would you rather be doing?"
I waited for my mom and her car
In the farthest corner of the

Hooter's parking lot. Lunch at
Threadgill's, now the future, infinity
Plus one, the buffalo chicken salad

And the cute waitress. We tightly,
warily grin, drifting past a business sign
Graveyard at 3 p.m. in Austin, Texas.

Friday night, alone in my apartment,
I watched Tokyo Story
And cried. I texted with Aaron.

Then he called me and made
Me cry, painfully and inexplicably.
Everyone's worried.
Everyone's okay.

A New Poem by Gregory Wredberg for Everyone

1.

The dragon sleep at noon,
but the monkey wakes at midnight.

Condensation coats their enclosure.
Icy illness penetrates their
soul's jam preserve.

2.

My most painful experiences
have been listening to
Aaron tell me what he
thinks of me...
Or when I think of how
I should be or what I am.
So... After 4,000 years
... in the next 4,000 years,
the human being

of themselves
fortuitous opportunity
for inward discovery

3.

Complacent in Jail
Fred forges iron
locks, a serene mind.

45 foot tall tree,
temperate blue sky,
metal bars on window,
spotless bare hall.

Toast, no butter,
white bread, 1 ounce
packets of grape jelly,
Creamy Peter Pan.

Few smiles. Court TV
in the bright fluorescent
cafeteria.

Childer got a fistful of
pansies. His raucous
Caucus mountainous shoulders
twinkle with trickles

of nightly, dandy growth
serum, from natural
plant-human-sealife

wounds. Avast, avail,
as all recycle neon-green
squeegee juice solutions.

how to feel good

I frustrate and disappoint myself more and more.

Pizza and masturbation.

I decided I didn't want to masturbate.

I ate half of a large pepperoni pizza.

I was so excited to be alone, especially to be away from Aaron for at least a day.

I do not know how to think clearly or effectively.

I think I should read.

I am afraid that Aaron is a bad person and is bad for me.


Today I was trying to read Music That Is Soundless and did a bit.

I listened to Sun Kil Moon while I tried to read.

He made me much happier, even though his songs are so sad.

I took a two hour walk yesterday at dawn. At first I listened to Sun Kil Moon, and I cried at Carissa. It is sad because it is true.

It makes me happy because Mark is telling his absolute truth, in detail.

I wish I were a pretty person. I wish I did things to my face to make people happy when they saw it.

I think I truly wanted Aaron to die, so I could relax more.

I want to figure out what I should think about and what I should do.

I guess my only goal, before I sleep at the right time tonight, is to read Music That Is Soundless, in the order that it is written.

I've been listening to a band called Surive for the past hour or so.

When I was reading Music That Is Soundless this afternoon, I was skipping around, back and forth, through the pages and paragraphs.

Reading out of order might be better than not at all.

I can read random sentences, until I have read it all.

I barely understand or remember when I read in order, anyway.

It is so fun and relaxing to do everything badly and wrong.

I am happy for no reason, other than I can be.

I want to blow up and burn.

I really want to know what Evil is and why it exists.

I really want to know what I am.

I really want to create myself.

I want to love myself and everyone unconditionally and eternally.

I want to watch youtube now, bye.

You are free. You forgive yourself. You are free, because no one can give up.

Those are the words I heards in a song in my dream.

I gone into a big bright white light.


A lady walked and stood next to me at some place with other people. She touched my arm, and I screamed, "Get away from me! Don't touch me!" I cried and went away from her.

I woke up scared and frowning, kind of crying and rocking myself.


Everyone is always doing something.

Either they want to do something and they do it, or they want to do something and they don't, maybe they can't, or they want to do nothing, but they can't, or they don't want to do anything and they do something.


I have been watching The Hey Hey Show for a day.

I have been trying to be nothing.


This is something.

Alexander Payne is probably making a movie.

If I am alive, and the world doesn't change a lot, I will probably go see Alexander Payne's next movie.

The End

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Conjure at will
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Toadstool morning hill
Warm hair
Blood science
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