I met an old friend yesterday that I doubted that I would ever meet again. Taz the cat crossed paths with me as I walked home along east 6th street from a chocolate milk and ciggarette mission ( Read more... )

That's what it is about sunlight dish detergent that galls me ( Read more... )

"...But, when I think about it, and I say that a lot because it's true, I don't want that. I wish that I could be better realized for compassion. I can't retrieve my reason from oblivion, but I do hope for love. I hope that she loves, and she loves, and he loves, and Mikey and James and Ray and Dean. Everybody. Just, not me. I've had too much and I ( Read more... )

This is excerpts from stuff that I took out of dreams and enlarged. Again with my turgid prose.

01.Before: The Lover is dead and risen again, an excerpt ( Read more... )

...Because, you're not like me. You can't live on one emotion for so long. Loathing, Revenge, Delight.

So, images taken from dreams accrued over a stretch of sleep lasting two days and no nights. (Music suggestions provided for theatrical effect)

[Coldplay - ClocksThe dream that I had while I slept through the day involved a beautiful attraction ( Read more... )

I don't believe it. I've slept all the way through sunday. I woke up twice for twenty minutes at a time when people called me, and then dissapeared. I had a really long dream ( Read more... )

Winsome grin. Yeah, I guess that it's all true, but that just means that all is understood but the best part ( Read more... )

Turns out that I get paid next friday. Oh well. That'll be a huge cheque ( Read more... )

Yeah. Blew a cue. Couldn't move after work. Rebar is like a dream, you feel nothing while you're doing it. But fifteen minutes later walking down the street the pain jumps on you.
I tried to loosen my shoulder out this morning, but its just turned into a extra tight rebar saddle.

Rabbit from a hat.
Speaking of which, it's time to go hunting.

Now that I'll always have a sneer in my smile.

Man, she's a cockicidal maniac. c'est compleat malfou. Even my south end homer st experience doesn't measure up. Fuck me... Uh.

Fuuuucking hell.