Why have I had such the aversion to this thing? I used to explore my ridiculous thoughts weekly. It was healthy. One day I met a man and he came to me and said, "Hard work good and hard work fine, but first take care of head." My head has been clogged up lately ( Read more... )

Did you know when wicker is broken into pieces that it surprisingly resembles pretzels ( Read more... )

I can't stop yawning ( Read more... )

I will miss everyone, I think. Is that possible? Is it truly possible to have my life end and then to really miss someone or many someones after the fact? If I rooted all my thinking in science then maybe I wouldn't miss anyone. I would be an organic machine shutting down. Hold down my power button and prepare for shut down. What if I just turned ( Read more... )

It's almost been a year since my last post. Something has died inside of me in recent months. A rancid cynicism has choked everything creative left in me. The end.

help me.

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My left arm has been numb for days. Although the numbness comes and goes, I'm a little worried. I think I have a pinched nerve in my shoulder or trapezius muscle. At least it is my left arm. If I had to suffer through an amputation I would prefer to see the left arm go over the right. Because, obviously, I'm right-handed. Yes, my right arm has ( Read more... )

But the landlady, the white-haired landlady kept writing those notes: she was from Bridgeport, Connecticut, her husband had died and she was all alone in the world and she didn't trust anybody, she couldn't afford to, she told me so, and she told me I'd have to pay. It was mounting like the national debt, I'd have to pay or leave, every cent of it ( Read more... )

I had a list: condoms, toilet paper, and cat food. I went to Target and grabbed all three and placed them into my cart indiscriminately. I even spent a while perusing the condom aisle before selecting the right 12-pack of Trojans, all the while a Target employee was straightening the same aisle watching me from the corner of her eye. Buying condoms ( Read more... )

Suicide whispers
never reasonable
always absurd

The devil knows
what Bukowski mocks

not an iron maiden
nor the trash compactor
from Star Wars IV: A New Hope

stifling emenent.

I should masturbate.
I need sleep.