iDallas!I stand here with my wet dog, shaking my ass at the passing cars. Haha. What a sight they must think of me. Yeah.
And so I take my shaking butt and my wet dog and together I and my dog, we visit the naked woman with the gigantic ears and the even more gigantic breasts and we lay ourselves down in her hairy lap and she lets her ears droop down over us, and the dog, still wet, laps at the hanging lobes.
She loves that so. The dog and the woman both. And boy oh boy, I love anything my dog loves.
Nothing changes.
Nothing changes.
Nothing changes.
Nothing changes.
I do not change.
I want to change.
I wish I could change.
I feel the change,
in my pocket.
And I hold on to it.
I went to New York City.
It’s definitely grand. Big.
Also sorta dirty. It feels very much like a big city. I wandered around Manhattan a bit, and saw some art and stuff.
Culture, up my nose!
There was a crazy festival in the streets today. All sorts of African food and clothing, and lots of other random stuff, too.
I’ve heard more foreign languages while I’ve been in Boston than ever before in my life. Crazy place, sometimes.
I have had another birthday now.
I am an adult, with officiality.
And as painful as this may sound,
I think life just keeps getting better.
Woah.
I had a dream that half of my desk and my computer were missing when I got back to my office. I was quite distraught about it, and had to search all around and ask everybody. While I was doing that, there was some crazy commotion from everyone running around the office looking for something in particular. They had been set in motion by some mysterious outsider who had told them things in a big round room with 25 clocks of various shapes and sizes. (I counted!).
a short film idea:
a boy in the city notices a girl on the subway. He remembers seeing her earlier that day on the street near his house. He sees her again the next day on the street between his house and the subway stop. He starts seeing her all over the place, and starts thinking about her when he’s not seeing her. They never talk, but she seems him seeing her.
The interest gradually turns into a bit of an obsession for the boy. He starts intentionally trying to cross her path by guessing her daily plans. He follows her home and watches her from outside from time to time.
The boy starts noticing a second girl following him around, too. He realizes she has been watching him for awhile. He starts remembering her around during some of his memories of seeing the first girl. Then the boy starts noticing the second girl hanging out with the first girl.
I saw a homeless guy yesterday with no fingers. He had hand stubs. It makes me really sad to see homeless people like that. It seems to me like it would be really hard to work with no fingers, you know? In cases like that, it seems like the homeless person may not be totally at fault, you know? I guess maybe a homeless person is never totally at fault, but usually at least mostly at fault, still.
No fingers is a hard thing to deal with.
My horoscopes continue to be positive and empowering. It’s been going on for quite awhile now. I’m starting to doubt the validity of those things…
I do feel generally good about things, though.
Being separated from things a little bit makes it easier to be objective and really appreciate the situation.
I think I might like getting up in the morning… This is an sort of unexpected development.
curl up with your gutters
slide up the shadow shades.
ride the boat to happiness,
don’t forget to get off!
bastard motive walker
shiny yellow bearing
rope enough to see you say
and coke enough to sniffle