Sunday, July 19, 2015
Ursula, the Pink Hitch-hiking Ukulele from Barcelona
You're so solemn and devout and divine, you spit the spout through the Earth and out to a better time. I sit on the edge of the land where I was born, dangling my toes. I cannot get closer to death before I reach my close. Now is finally the time to do the math and figure out why I was born. A casual observer of life from afar, to get a better view I travel till I'm lost inside. Aida & Berta & Ursula say thank you for the ride.
At a 3rd hand store on a white steel shelf I lay. I am without family. I have always gone to and to... I am not from. My forward is the kept of the unknown buyer. They, A & B, have being one as now. I was played gently then meanfully. The meanness I was made to break through, and crisis a want to begin.
All the black straight hair I am confused. Laughing young ladies to be sure are perfecting las solas after grunge washes the mediocrity y technofobia into besos eternos.
Life.
Weirda. Come sweely cool child raising the Sun.
I have a happy box. My coat is shiny, raw, and beautiful like a healthy black leopard's tongue.
"How can you hang with our reasonable speeds?"
The music that I tell is a mystery to me.
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
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
Monday, June 29, 2015
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.
Sunday, June 28, 2015
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
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
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
Friday, June 26, 2015
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.
ym dneirf si lliW.
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.
I am the best at being eternity's forever!
My name is Ben.
I work in a car.
ym dneirf si lliW.
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.
Saturday, May 30, 2015
Kintow
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Bbbrrrrrmmmmm. Thunder rolls.
T-t-t, chs-chs-chshh. Rain splatters the window.
Bzz, crshkcrshkrsh. TV static buzzes and crackles.
Clop. Clop. Clop. Mom walks to answer the door.
Heeheeheehahaha! Grandpa laughs childishly at his TV tray of peas and carrot and mashed potatoes with butter.
He plays peeka-boo with the food. He sticks out his tongue and blows - pllllbbbbtttttthh. Saliva sprays and drips.
The supine child's gaze rolls along the white slick ceiling. From there on the floor, it's two or three of her lengths away. Every one of her muscles, except her eyes, relinquishes itself to gravity, sagging into a scruffy carpet the color and dankness of snow on a busy city street, distant as that is. Then her arms and legs sway to their own wild will. She swims by not moving or seeing or hearing...
Thunder crashes. Rain plummets and splashes the ghostly wood and pale vinyl on the idyllic isolated farmhouse, in a greenest dell cut from a deep tall woods.
Mom lets Dad in.
He drips and, "Jesus!"
She's, "Sorry."
He's, "For what?!" Because nature is loud.
"Just," she takes his jacket.
"Ehh..!"
The child stares at them through the foyer doorway. "Hi, Molly! How ya doin'?" He waits two seconds, motionless and staring her way. No response. "Yeah, well, me too."
Heeheeheehahaha! Plbbbttt. Heehah!
Bzztz, Crshkrkrkshh...
Drip, drop, plink, plonk, pshh, pshh, splat, tip, tap.
Kssshhhhh-brrrrrrmmmmm!
Ding dong! The doorbell rings.
Thirty seconds have passed since Dad knocked.
Dad opens the door for a smiling man under a brown cap holding a half-man-sized white cardboard cube with black cow spots printed on it. He sets it down on the wood floor and leaves.
The child begins to swell with interest in the man and his box, but she hides it and turns the other way to super-old, insane Grandpa. Heehah! Peekaboo! Her eyes glaze, and a chill creeps down her spine. Her arms hold her tightly. Her eyes close. She breathes out deeply and releases her tensions further into the musty carpet.
The child faintly senses everything around her at once. "Half a doze-... Two today?!... Why doesn't it ever-... Then three or four... just... again..." from the foyer.
The food stinks. The carpet emits wide-ranging odors from weeks of weather and walking. The rain is fresh and clean. Grandpa rots. Mom and Dad steam and boil over, grimy, sweet, and sweaty.
There are cowboys chasing Indians and Indians chasing cowboys on the fuzzy, ancient TV. Who knows if they're real or not?
Bing bong! The door-dell brings.
Another thirty seconds have passed. The girl rolls onto her stomach. Her white T-shirt twists and cinches, embracing her lovingly.
The man brings a cow-boxed shape in-too the in-house. It is placed by placing, now a stack of two identical cubes.
He leaves. The child stretches. Her purple shorts bunch up tight, like she likes it.
She turns and rolls and gazes and stares.
Boom! Crash!
Splish! Splatter!
Bzz, crshshkr.
Peeka-boo! Teeheehahahee!
"Five-fifty!?... NO, you DON'T!... Eleven, ten K... I don't eve-..."
She focuses in on one melody of dripping rain. Plip... ploop..plop, plip. Everything else drains away. Beside the bottom of the front porch steps in the grass is a little puddle gathering rain. Two pecan-sized black beetles jump in and paddle around helplessly, but they seem to like it...
Ting Tong! Doordle-ings.
Thirty more seconds've passed.
White box-man sets down another moo-cube on the floor. He goes again.
The afternoon fades as the storm blackens. Life slows to a haze. The girl swims very deep and far. She stretches into another world. From a circle of carpet around her a small sunny-green dome softly gathers upward and cocoons her. Blue spots and white clouds shine at her, tiny and close. She is warm and giddy. She giggles and grins. Her black locks sparkle and splash on her head. Her white skin beams red. Baby-sized black-spotted white cartoon cows prance around her. Mouses click, click.
She slips and slides through windows and Bliss.
Why not?
She hides her fortune. Grandpa stares at her looking serious. ... Plllbbtttthh!... drip. Heeeeeeehaahahhh!...
The girl's insides are exploding. She writhes and quietly squeal-hums. Dad walks in, eyes cast down, "What the hell..?"
"Just ignore her," Mom breezes past to the light-drenched kitchen to do work.
"Whatever floats your boat." He strolls behind Mom, passing Grandpa. Plllllbbbbbtttttttt- "Shaddup! ... Jesus... Damn retard--"
"Hey!!" Mom scowls and cleans. All quickly attend to her, still and waiting.
The girl shrinks into her shivery skin and lies facing straight up. Her eyes feel open and broken. She stares at the ceiling, ignoring the rest. She reluctantly accepts her awareness of her real life.
Bbbrrrrrmmmmm. Thunder rolls.
T-t-t, chs-chs-chshh. Rain splatters the window.
Bzz, crshkcrshkrsh. TV static buzzes and crackles.
Clop. Clop. Clop. Mom walks to answer the door.
Heeheeheehahaha! Grandpa laughs childishly at his TV tray of peas and carrot and mashed potatoes with butter.
He plays peeka-boo with the food. He sticks out his tongue and blows - pllllbbbbtttttthh. Saliva sprays and drips.
The supine child's gaze rolls along the white slick ceiling. From there on the floor, it's two or three of her lengths away. Every one of her muscles, except her eyes, relinquishes itself to gravity, sagging into a scruffy carpet the color and dankness of snow on a busy city street, distant as that is. Then her arms and legs sway to their own wild will. She swims by not moving or seeing or hearing...
Thunder crashes. Rain plummets and splashes the ghostly wood and pale vinyl on the idyllic isolated farmhouse, in a greenest dell cut from a deep tall woods.
Mom lets Dad in.
He drips and, "Jesus!"
She's, "Sorry."
He's, "For what?!" Because nature is loud.
"Just," she takes his jacket.
"Ehh..!"
The child stares at them through the foyer doorway. "Hi, Molly! How ya doin'?" He waits two seconds, motionless and staring her way. No response. "Yeah, well, me too."
Heeheeheehahaha! Plbbbttt. Heehah!
Bzztz, Crshkrkrkshh...
Drip, drop, plink, plonk, pshh, pshh, splat, tip, tap.
Kssshhhhh-brrrrrrmmmmm!
Ding dong! The doorbell rings.
Thirty seconds have passed since Dad knocked.
Dad opens the door for a smiling man under a brown cap holding a half-man-sized white cardboard cube with black cow spots printed on it. He sets it down on the wood floor and leaves.
The child begins to swell with interest in the man and his box, but she hides it and turns the other way to super-old, insane Grandpa. Heehah! Peekaboo! Her eyes glaze, and a chill creeps down her spine. Her arms hold her tightly. Her eyes close. She breathes out deeply and releases her tensions further into the musty carpet.
The child faintly senses everything around her at once. "Half a doze-... Two today?!... Why doesn't it ever-... Then three or four... just... again..." from the foyer.
The food stinks. The carpet emits wide-ranging odors from weeks of weather and walking. The rain is fresh and clean. Grandpa rots. Mom and Dad steam and boil over, grimy, sweet, and sweaty.
There are cowboys chasing Indians and Indians chasing cowboys on the fuzzy, ancient TV. Who knows if they're real or not?
Bing bong! The door-dell brings.
Another thirty seconds have passed. The girl rolls onto her stomach. Her white T-shirt twists and cinches, embracing her lovingly.
The man brings a cow-boxed shape in-too the in-house. It is placed by placing, now a stack of two identical cubes.
He leaves. The child stretches. Her purple shorts bunch up tight, like she likes it.
She turns and rolls and gazes and stares.
Boom! Crash!
Splish! Splatter!
Bzz, crshshkr.
Peeka-boo! Teeheehahahee!
"Five-fifty!?... NO, you DON'T!... Eleven, ten K... I don't eve-..."
She focuses in on one melody of dripping rain. Plip... ploop..plop, plip. Everything else drains away. Beside the bottom of the front porch steps in the grass is a little puddle gathering rain. Two pecan-sized black beetles jump in and paddle around helplessly, but they seem to like it...
Ting Tong! Doordle-ings.
Thirty more seconds've passed.
White box-man sets down another moo-cube on the floor. He goes again.
The afternoon fades as the storm blackens. Life slows to a haze. The girl swims very deep and far. She stretches into another world. From a circle of carpet around her a small sunny-green dome softly gathers upward and cocoons her. Blue spots and white clouds shine at her, tiny and close. She is warm and giddy. She giggles and grins. Her black locks sparkle and splash on her head. Her white skin beams red. Baby-sized black-spotted white cartoon cows prance around her. Mouses click, click.
She slips and slides through windows and Bliss.
Why not?
She hides her fortune. Grandpa stares at her looking serious. ... Plllbbtttthh!... drip. Heeeeeeehaahahhh!...
The girl's insides are exploding. She writhes and quietly squeal-hums. Dad walks in, eyes cast down, "What the hell..?"
"Just ignore her," Mom breezes past to the light-drenched kitchen to do work.
"Whatever floats your boat." He strolls behind Mom, passing Grandpa. Plllllbbbbbtttttttt- "Shaddup! ... Jesus... Damn retard--"
"Hey!!" Mom scowls and cleans. All quickly attend to her, still and waiting.
The girl shrinks into her shivery skin and lies facing straight up. Her eyes feel open and broken. She stares at the ceiling, ignoring the rest. She reluctantly accepts her awareness of her real life.
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Saturday, March 14, 2015
The Day
I don't wanna go outside even though I want to . I'm tired. I just had an eight hour shit. Of library dooty. Beth and I talked today more than usual it was nice.
Life is Kids in the Hall... Kids in the Hall...
I saw a biking female. I thought "sex". Her white skin and angular curvy body.
Life is Kids in the Hall... Kids in the Hall...
I saw a biking female. I thought "sex". Her white skin and angular curvy body.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
OK. Pat and I were in the apartment. He had just bought Domino a new litter box to put in the dining room closet. The sliding door started closing on its own; it's outta whack like it wasn't fixed. This seemed to annoy Pat. I said I'll tell them tomorrow.
I wrote that first paragraph months ago. Patrick asked for the tape. I moved really slow. Put off by his attitude. He seemed annoyed with me. He said, sarcastically, 'Just phone it in', or something like that. I was painfully and tearfully frustrated. I quickly went to the business center to type this out. I typed that first paragraph then Patrick knocked on the business center door. I was startled. I closed the blog page and let him in. I forgot what we did next.
Later peace
I wrote that first paragraph months ago. Patrick asked for the tape. I moved really slow. Put off by his attitude. He seemed annoyed with me. He said, sarcastically, 'Just phone it in', or something like that. I was painfully and tearfully frustrated. I quickly went to the business center to type this out. I typed that first paragraph then Patrick knocked on the business center door. I was startled. I closed the blog page and let him in. I forgot what we did next.
Later peace
Huge Crushes
Erin Timony , Goodnight Moon ASMR
Kat Edmonson
1. Gillian Jacobs
2. Stevie Wynne Levine
Michelle Williams
Kat Edmonson
1. Gillian Jacobs
2. Stevie Wynne Levine
Michelle Williams
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Friday, February 20, 2015
It's 330 am, turn on the Mexican soap opera channel.
Your girl ham
How can my dream seem to change my whole attitude and perspective but I can recall nothing about it? Attitude and 3rd.
You wish you were a waste.
There is no cake
None of this is real.
My sleepy prison
I am the most passionate of myself.
The No One Dream
Bumpy Bus Ride!
Kill Jerry Seinfeld then kill myself [Alec Baldwin]
Doc Hollywood
Doctors are so stupid
Hey silly do you know anything about trees.
Took a laugh down last left lane
Justification of existence is impossible and unnecessary.
Poop.strep throat
Yodel love a blue boy
Pure burst of radio active energy
MTG is a male cavern.
Cannot See
Hearts to Bare
Sweaty White Skin behind phluffy dark cotton
Cheetos and Mountain Dew
Cheektowaga and Mountain View
Don't forget why you're doing this: Doritos.
I exercise lying on my back on the floor of my dark bedroom at 530 am.
Your girl ham
How can my dream seem to change my whole attitude and perspective but I can recall nothing about it? Attitude and 3rd.
You wish you were a waste.
There is no cake
None of this is real.
My sleepy prison
I am the most passionate of myself.
The No One Dream
Bumpy Bus Ride!
Kill Jerry Seinfeld then kill myself [Alec Baldwin]
Doc Hollywood
Doctors are so stupid
Hey silly do you know anything about trees.
Took a laugh down last left lane
Justification of existence is impossible and unnecessary.
Poop.strep throat
Yodel love a blue boy
Pure burst of radio active energy
MTG is a male cavern.
Cannot See
Hearts to Bare
Sweaty White Skin behind phluffy dark cotton
Cheetos and Mountain Dew
Cheektowaga and Mountain View
Don't forget why you're doing this: Doritos.
I exercise lying on my back on the floor of my dark bedroom at 530 am.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Favourite Albums
- Queen of All Ears
- Spiritual State
- Modal Soul
- Love Supreme
- Meditations
- Live in Birdland - Coltrane
- Platform - Holly Herndon
- Sometimes I Sit and Think and Sometimes I Just Sit
- Building nothing out of something
- Lonesome crowded west
- Everywhere and his nasty parlor tricks
- The Moon and Antarctica
- Good news for people who love bad news
- This is a long drive for someone with nothing to think about
- The fruit that ate itself
- Feels
- Merriweather post pavilion
- Strawberry jam , sung tongs, probably most Animal Collective
- Team boo
- Bring it back ... And all mates of states
- In the aeroplane over the sea
- On avery island
- Remember that I love you
- Thunder thighs
- Adventures of ghost horse and stillborn
- La Maison de Mon Reve
- Noah's ark
- Grey oceans
- Blazing arrow
- The Craft
- Nia
- The way out
- Thought for food
- Lemon of pink
- Lost and safe [ and most of the Books ]
- Funeral
- Barbed wire kisses
- Surrender
- Give up
- The Sunlandic twins , and all previous of Montreal
- The knife
- Deep cuts
- Silent shout
- Clap your hands say yeah
- Fashion nugget
- Motorcade of generosity
- Comfort eagle
- 69 love songs
- Garfield
- Minor love
- The strokes
- Room on fire
- The white stripes
- De stijl
- White blood cells
- Elephant
- Get behind me, Satan
- This is happening ! !!! !
- Big science
- Yellow house
- Oh inverted world
- Demon Days [ probably some other Gorillaz ]
- Apologies to the queen Mary
- In case we die
- Paparazzi lightning
- Delete Delete I eat meat
- I'm wide awake, it's morning
- West
- Grapefruit Clouds
- Paint the Sky with Stars
- Shepherd Moons
- Daily Ever Dawning
- The Low End theory
- Hello nasty
- Methlehem
- Acapulco
- Dan marino: important message
- Let's get a tan
- Yankee hotel foxtrot
- Odelay
- Mellow Gold
- Abbey road
- Let it be
- Sgt. pepper's lonely hearts club band
- Revolver
- Rubber Soul
- The white album
- The Love Supreme
- Meditations
- Carrie and Lowell
- Lost in Translation soundtrack
- Song from the Bardo
- Banga
- Perfect Vision Triptych
- Zammuto
- The Beginning Stages of . . .
- Is This It?
- Room on Fire
- everything wants to be used for what it was made for
- Ram
- Born to Run [ and maybe the next most famous Bruce ]
- Hot fuss
- The best adam green , Garfield or Minor Love maybe
- teaser and the firecat
- It's the ones who have cracked that the light shines through [ and some other Jeffrey Lewis ]
- Probably most of Leonard Cohen
- And John Lennon
- In Glendale
- Five Years of Fireworks
- Fade
- Cannonballs, Cannonballs
- The Cars
- Plans
- Once
- Shepherd in a Sheepskin Vest [and most Bill Callahan and Smog ]
- Summer Is Gone
- Earth into Aether
- Nightly Never Ending [ and most Bill Baird and Sunset ]
- Let Go ( avriL)
- Soviet Kitsch
- Begin to Hope
- Californication
- By the Way
- All McCarthy Trenching s
- and then nothing turned itself inside-out
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
It's close to midnight. I am sitting in the business center of the Arts at Turtle Creek. I am alone.
I want to know myself... again, if I ever did.
I am shivering a little, half from cold, half from nerves.
I was scrolling thru facebook on my phone, laying on my bed.
I felt like hearing Will Is My Friend, so played it on youtube on my phone. It's still very beautiful.
I wanted to say something. I wanted to express myself. I wanted to be myself. I put on khaki pants and blue flip flips and took Patrick's apartment key and walked here while the song played. I thought of someone seeing me and hearing the song... something about hipsters... It's such a useless phenomenon. The word.
I listened to KVRX on the way home from work tonight. The program was Souvlaki Space Station. They play Shoegaze and dream pop. I liked the last song. I sat in the car and listened to it all. I opened the moon roof and looked at the cloudy lit up night sky and the tree.
Patrick came home with ingredients for sub sandwiches. We prepared and ate. I was cutting bread and cut into my left index finger about a quarter inch. It took at least fifteen seconds for it to start bleeding. It was a clean cut. I put a band aid on which is still on. Pat put on Curb Your Enthusiasm season 3 I think. He asked Bridgett if it was okay. She ate with us. Pat and I shared a can of Amy's split pea soup.
Before they got home, I was listening to my iRiver recording, Something I'm Not. I wanted to hear "Scary Parts of the World". I listened to it and "Do You Wanna.." I imagined it being widely heard, being known as Gregury Wredburg, and Chris Gethard listening to it. I would label it as Indoors Outsider Art.
It's eight after midnight.
I have been very lazy. I was off for 4 days in a row before today. I feel like I lost myself a little somehow. I just put on Passing Through by Leonard Cohen. There was nothing on before.
This morning I did not do laundry. I watched Dodger play Life is Strange parts 1 through 3.
Yesterday was insane too...
I woke at Mom's house in the morning.
I watched La Vie de Boheme again, because I missed a lot my first try.
Aaron texted me back. He mentioned a movie he was devastated by, "Les Bonnes Femmes"
The band is Languis... that's languish without an 'h'.
There is something about Saturday Night Live.
I am listening to a song called "touch a cloud"
Here I go tripllee spaccing.
Im sac4red bye
Monday, January 12, 2015
Mom and I saw St. Vincent at Tinseltown just an hour ago. A couple parts I wanted to cry. It is heartwarming. Naomi Watts is hot. I want to never cough again. Bill Murray is the best. Pat and Bridget are cooking and watching game of thrones. I am on my bed. I keep thinking about saying I am going to kill myself tomorrow. During the movie i thought that nothing could make Mom sadder than if I did. Maybe if she killed me on purpose then regretted it. We ate Pope yes Drive through and watched mst. I pretend I am in the past when I pretended I was in the future.
Saturday, January 3, 2015
This Is a Story about Kaynard
Kaynard floated down then street, not literally, she just walked but her connected
brain was floating in her cranium, woah oah!
Silking shop we light up for festivitie, looking with watershed eyes in also Kaynard's
head. Her head is heated water ballow hot air in the heavy sky, to read like a
magazine. In the waiting pregnant but she is fat and sits like a horse at a mouth
trough. I felt sorry. The music, green faces in the pale area over opaque and vague
grey. A dream, Kaynard lovely snacks on cupcakes, in the evening, she is a love to a
dog, a man heart. She cries for plants and God. It's not heart, but it's hard. Cold feet
Kaynard all over her day in socks and drawers. It is spelled like a book, a dictionary
and a street she is walking on gravel horses manure slick squishy and fart disgusting.
Her nose crinkles and gags. Smelly are all the way to the OZONE, and she lifts head
up at the night yawn sound sneeze eyes water in her titter head. Mousy feature hurt
the day in a day, the mouse sweep in the shallow gutter alley of all wishes for moons,
never lasts in a dark room, and she is underwear for a minute; no one touches her
under my jurisdiction. I set the rules and, in a lucid dream she pale quivers with sex,
the idea of an arrow from medieval in America lonely sad blowing sound from near
trees long demolished in winters of dissatisfaction of Indians horny hungry. Cold,
can't get warm, shudders, rushes, verbs are great.
Kaynard Oh sweet baby.
A lady in the night reduces me, rejects and betrays. Laughs with a mouthful of soft
candy, sugar lives in her teeth, my tongue, in my dreams. She, on her feet in the
hearty cobble stones. A shopkeeper looks; her eyes are my eyes, I wish; she looks and
the skin on her face. Tight pin. Blurry past up on the erasing good times from the
wood block.
Tales of a wooden place fantasy on the wall in front of a face beyond it behind your
eyes, it does not feel like a hemorrhoid on your sack pus podules in latency after
effects soaking up egos and existentialism on the page fro fried chicken grease on my
brothers sideway herring chicken coat rack for dead lovers. Hunting water fowl is a
nasty sport. It can't get much worse
I hope.
For her
I do it
I lick it I'm happy and let's get back. I don't want to disappoint the reader of my short
story with cute button down eyes in blurry diarrhea; it hurts, but it does not get over,
I worried
for her
I do it again. I'll try again. Kaynard steps, her giant feel crushing dirt molecules under
the weight of whatever may want to trouble you. The truck rushes past the future
holds its silent breath, then squeaking I hold its hand. She is tired and I am imperfect.
I want to, but I also what whats for me.
For me.
Gas station, I am in a different citys are where people are. They are and are doing
things to keep themselves and their grandchildren alive. I bet you didn't think
Kaynard had grandchildren. It's important. She also buys bacon and bakes bread for
her family. I was once a party. Hotels have fallen out of the snow globe I held, holding
by a childis hand. It's soft and warm and small I wish.
She never really gets out but walks in, slows down and seeps apparent to the life and
she says in a raspy golden voice, 'How much are these,' while holding up a random
keepsake at a wonderful store. The male shopkeeper is content after a grey day of
customers of all nationalities.
[In France where people have souls, great movies, and popcorn strings of healthy
attitudes and relationship communication coffee.]
He thinks about what he will drink upstairs next to a fire with his perfect wife. Then
to sleep in the night. Now it's slow and peaceful.
She puts it in her pocket. The man felt the bird in his throat. She was not even
noticing. She smiled at the situation, eyes perusing on shiny light reflecting small and
light in the night that she wishes her only once child could be. All of the time passed,
and she is in her gut and on her way bright new day, sunrise of defeat and eagle toes
scraping the green rainbow. Then he in his throat brings up aooeadh softly. She is
aware she oh ha. Smally cutely he smiles, no harm in deeds, and she opens mouth
like juice stick and inside brown interior walls 750$ 10 lira. He says, 'Oh I don't want
to buy,' her last words trailing off into a land of dreams and instant satisfaction and
gratitude; he smiles.
Death comes quickly night cold. Little souvenirs, past is cherished but forgotten and
replaced with misleading cherishered ideas and phonographs and young neighbors.
The past and future fall out the window screens.
She screams hello to say goodby. She sees him hurl his body into the sky; he flies and
flies 'til he is out of sight. She wonders but does not ask, Kaynard, where are you on
this fateful night like any other not lonely speaking [Diana Ross] of another day when
cherished dreams are awakened to seal morning flowers and motor oil and
pedestrians to passerbys of holiday secret emotions? Not too many verbs. That's how
I see it, then that sought out of now where on the door screen seen the glass happy
plays walks out. It's a city with all those people singing about who knows what, but
they know and they don't need no explainin', because their future is truth in their
ideals they share. They bark their dogs, and when it's finished, they start over again,
because they have to; they don't want to cry, but the flag pole shimmers in the
evening dust to whoever for art out there. There they hear their name an' all they
need are ear bells and a kindly sleigh keep them going on merrily in the mountain
drifts of sweet passion for living like a duckling teeter tottering in a moment of
ecstasy piss in a park sometime with Susan on the water she says and the waves mass
sepulchration denies the end over again because that's the way it happend and I want
nothing less than the truth from you, my dear boy.
That's how it happed, and if you don't believe me, don't read the book,
but if you don't, you won't now.
Let's stop being negative. How was your day yesterday? I saw you. You were far away.
I heard a cab. I am mostly awake during the Day!!! It's the END. its all right
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