Wednesday, November 30, 2022
This Clean Clear Path
Light brown gravel and green grass edges
Make me think about Scrubs and Kit's house in 2009 or 10
I could think about having a job, think about having a future
- Watching a lot of DVDs
- Moving far away, traveling the world
- Watching indie films from 2nd and 3rd world countries
- Dating 20-year-old girls [I was 20.]
- Writing novels
- Typing on an old typewriter in a basement in New York City
- Buying an old Chinese lamp
- Burning down a forest and taking fotos of the fire . . . .
magic spells crystal castle Civil Twilight alone in bed and apartment, or )Civil Sunrise(
Alone
In bed and apartment,
One bedroom apartment,
I search YouTube, "magic spells"
And see at the bottom of suggestions
"magic spells crystal castles".
Then Listen.
Monday, November 28, 2022
Sunday, November 27, 2022
Veda First-Timer, Mo/u/rning-Farmer
I am going to take your pulse.
No, you're not.
Give me your wrist.
I have no wrists.
My hands are on backwards.
My fingers are inside me.
Nice guy Labour shortage
Why don't you feel my hands they're on fire?
Saturday, November 26, 2022
O, I Should Record Myself Singing
I just said to myself, O, I should record myself singing.
Wanna make my face darker. I took some THC chocolate this morning in preparation for my family coming over for Thanksgiving.
I am a moon in the morning. The sun was grey as my eyeballs are gay.
I faggoted through the countryside one fine 1,800s day.
And I crapped in my neck. My pores were blessed by the blood demon Haloo Kalay.
Why don't we shed our fucking eyeballs? They look like crops of rain.
Water is good for human blood. I don't care where Life begins or ends.
Friday, November 25, 2022
i just want one thousand USA dollars every month
after living expenses.
I can Afford whantever... I want
Add ADD
My Life.
We (my mom and I) just saw Jerry and Marge Go Large
My Whole body, every fiber of my being feeling as to be it is exploding
It is like pain, but it is pleasure
I like that Movie.
I have drunk Wine Red and Brut.
i think i like to think of red wine as the Blood of Jesus
The End
other things to do.
Wednesday, November 23, 2022
Write More Stories
Mary Stewart drove to Cosco at 10:11 on December 10th, 2010. She autopiloted into her usual lined row half-full of parked vehicles. White shiny SUV. She thought of Nbuku, a 13-year-old in Mozambique, whose existence she doubts. She found herself staring at unfallen tree leaves and could not decide if they were grey or still green, low light of heavy clouds.
Her open eyes water. She feels as real as Mary from It's a Wonderful Life, and George. Her cold fingers squeeze, rubbery wheel.
She thinks of her 'story' as Christmas, all other holidays, her parents, her children, the buildings she has been in or passed by. Calendars, books she looked at, appointments made and missed, libraries she thought of.
Autopilot, work in the family. She walks into cosco, heels loud, brisk wind, 45 degrees. Long black coat, pearl earrings, pantyhose.
She was a plate of boiled spaghetti. When she is 11, she turns on an air conditioner for the first time, June eleventh, time and time ago....
Tuesday, November 22, 2022
Monday, November 21, 2022
My Name Was Saul. I Was a Good Man.
Wednesday, November 9, 2022
Wednesday, November 2, 2022
doctoral candidate
Wednesday, November 2, 2022
doctoral candidate
Deference
(i) Point my eyes down to Earth, the Ground in front of me.
Deference
Take everything as slowly as possible.
Do nothing for as long as possible.
Wait forever until it's not hard any more.
Mist fog, walk dawnrise the lowly only car hood
inda, indus tigris, inundate floods
be my girl Friend, all alone in apartments
pasta beans death peace
driven by
pass for all saints
The End
Ember City
Let's wake up 30 minutes before sunrise.
Let's go play that traffic game named Traffic.
Let's go down to Ember City.
Let's leave all the lights off and put in a DVD.
Let's have sex with Saoirse Ronin and Bill Murray at the same time.
Everyone is dead in side.
The lights are burning, the graves are dug
Let's be 13 years old.
Let's Cut Our Hands
And Bleed.
orangeness from your sleepy eyes
Tuesday, November 1, 2022
Songs to and from BioLife
(i) Lock my self in the basement for a whole week
at a time.
Don't flip up the light switch. I don't got a knife.
Drove myself to the little park full of Sun's shine
Little children everywhere, They don't got a life.
They don't gotta life.
Doing Triangles in the Summer
The library's closed but the school is back up and runnin.
Kids sit on blue metal benches.
What that shit they put on them to keep them from stinkin?
Burnin the skin of my thighs
Leaving life in my lies
Babylonian Saboteur
BabylOnian SabotEUr
I'm in the duodenum, The Duodenum
In the Loire valley I'm a beastie boy in the dark forest of the Soul.
In the noir valley I'm a Beastie Boy in the dark forest of the soul.