My dad dies yesterday. Creeping grin. My friend is dead yesterday. Melting eyes.
I have watched 4 episodes of Frasier this morning. I ate 4 pizza rolls last night.
Patrick, Tim, Casey, and I played 3 holes of disc golf yesterday. Patrick and I left in Tim's car at 6.
Pat showered, and I dropped him off at the Metropolitan theater. Nobody knows who or what he went to see. He came in at about 11:30 last night while I was watching Anthony Bourdain in Tuscany.
In the afternoon, I took him to the post office and kicked around a piece of wood while I waited.
Then we went to the Erwin Center so he could drop off paper work for his employment. I thought about hell and sang Devil Town as I waited under trees 2822, 2823, 2824, and 2825. The metal tag for 2824 had broken off. There was an orange fungus at the base of tree 2823. I sliced bits of it with my flip flop.
Before Pat woke up, I watched the youtube. Then I watched Camille Crimson videos and jacked off sexually. I wonder how many hours of my life I remember. I don't think I can remember time from my life, but I canthe substance, like most of the episodes of the Office. I can remember walking along a weird country trail with Ashley and her standing on a mattress while I took a picture. I think I put a flower in her hair. We sat on my bed and watched videos and movies on my laptop. I have thought several times recently that I miss my life and I miss who I was. I guess that is called nostalgia. We look to the past because we know what to feel towards it. The future is unknown, but it is alive in the present as is the past.The force is sudden. Patrick drove Tim and I to Kit's house then went to three highways. I have never felt closer to crashing. My hands and feet were sweating profusely. Patrick going out scares me. It is unfamiliar.
After Casey and Tim got back from disc golfing, we went to Target. As we drove out of the apartments' parking lot, I smelled Casey, saw his mass, and thought how Tim had said he hated him and was done with him. I was happy he was with us now. I was amazed at how life was still going on. Tim and Patrick were still seeing friends. I have not seen a friend in about a month. I almost enjoy how my life is going nowhere.
I saw the actor playing Frasier's son and what he was wearing and his hair and I wanted to put him in a huge meat grinder. I wonder how genuine my desire to kill people is.
Something and soemthing and something and another snomething.
I really hate Halloween. Maybe I like New Year Day because boobs. Being the end being the beginning.
