Watched a silent film tonight, just the perfect amount of words right now. Had one of them discussions, way too many words right now. So many things I want to talk about, I'm at a loss for words right now. How can I sleep now? Ha, people that say things. Fuck, here I go again. Maybe it'll settle itself in a day or so, I hope, I guess, I really have ( Read more... )

maybe I should return some phone calls...

I don't write much shit up on the surface like that, ( don't mean to sound like I think im some sort of deep poet. Great now I feel like an ass) hahahasietjhaw;eo I m ean a donkey....hody. god damn it what am I doing.

Wish I woulda learned how to swim instead of just sitting here treading water. It doesn't do you any good for scoring goals when the heat is on in a water polo match. I hardly write anything people can understand on an intellectual level I feel (this wasn't meant in response to the previous statement. I feel something, I make an association, it ( Read more... )

...Gary Sinese, Gary Sine wave, Gary Bizer, Jerry Seinfeld... (repeat)

I feel like a godamn bicycle tire... right now, that's a good thing.

When I was is that later portion of what one might refer to as Junior High, (my opinion may differ) I sometimes thoght that I had lost my imagination. Now my imagination is scaring the shit out of me. At least I hope that it's my imagination... there we go again...

It's the perfect weather to sit on the topmost roof of my house. The mirror in my back yard never ceases to scare me. It's one of the most intregueing things that I've seen recently. My whole backyard is a scattered mess. It won't stop moving. Somtimes I think it's a ghost. Sometimes it seems as though the rest of the neighboorhood fell off. I'm ( Read more... )

I approach the lamp. It casts shadows. Now I am worrying about litte worm-like bugs covered in fuzz living underneath my scalp. I felt the bump. Brilliant, and now I am worrying about cockroaches living underneath the skin of my armpit. Somethings...

Because the music is boring me to death. I havn't yet a casket painted nicely for the funeral. There are only a few days left until that shit is due. I've got 17 fish hooks in the back of my head and I can't find out where they are attached. Some are leading me into my book shelf. Everytime I try to walk anywhere I pull over another case of my junk ( Read more... )