It’s getting late in the night. I’m going back to Chicago tomorrow for 2 weeks. I thought the break would be welcome, but I’m having separation anxiety- separation from resources, separation from there being money in my bank account, separation from being sure of myself. Separation. Separation. Separation.
Do I take the internship with MTV or do I go with the PR internship with the women?
Below we see two men. Which one is sleeping better? Which one is guaranteed a meal tomorrow? Is there a correlation?
Last night dreams of trapping mice and rats in glue traps, big ones who dragged the traps around on their legs, looking at me with sad eyes as I realized I was killing my friends, my old, dear animal friends and refused to change course.
Boy with no front seeks girl with no back
“Let’s take a trip together, headlong into the irresistable”
The voice from behind her tells her to leave what she has at the door, he’ll think about it.
I’m inside, I’m here, talking to you… I thought you were handsome, but I’m getting closer.
You’re not inside yet. The inside is retreating.
I thought you were handsome, but… is this a trick of the light? Your face is concave, like a mask, like I’m looking at it from behind…
The voice is behind her.
Please. I’m thinking.
What? You’re mumbling… you talk without moving your lips…
Did Ibn Fadlan fulfill his fears, did he sleep with the demon women of the north, the ones with no backs?
I’m leaving this here. You can have it. You can take it. You should take it. There are no strings. If you don’t, you know I’ll take it the wrong way…
“is this a competition?”
Talk from in front of me, I can’t see you, your arms are gone keep holding me
Don’t misunderstand me
easing back into stasis, ease back, going concave
the bed is empty.
It is a simple genius, but a good genius. Carpe Diem. When you are drunk, be drunk, when in love, love… all you deadly serious motherfuckers. You know who you are.
“It’s like orange. Very much like orange. This is my estimation.”
The committee robot chirped.
“Very good. I like it. Very good.”
The orange man stood up and sat back down again.
The hellafied one PRESSED THE PISTOL HARDER AGAINST THE SPEAKER’S TEMPLE!
“It’s coming oranger, oranger by the second.”
The committee robot chirped and held up a blue piece of cardboard. The hellafied one PRESSED THE PISTOL HARDER AGAINST THE SPEAKER’S TEMPLE!
The committee robot chirped and asked “What do you see, Mr. Speaker?”
The answer: “I clearly see a color.”
The orange man pulled out a small wireless device and called up several pictures of carrots, which he murmured to with some excitement.
“What is the hellafied one’s opinion?” the committee robot chirped to the hellafied one.
“AAAahaahaAAAARRGGAaaayeah!” screamed the hellafied one as he BLEW THE SPEAKER’S FUCKING BRAINS OUT!
The orange man surreptitiously drew a tissue from his purse and put the wireless device away.
Hey. 2 days lost. It’s almost 2, I just got up, and, though last night was free, it didn’t solve the problems posed by being drunk until 6:00. The fortune taped to my television says “You have the ability to sense and know higher truth.” It mocks me.
Afrika Bambaata – Dark Matter Moving at the Speed of Light
Ova Looven – 58:34 (Antarctica’s 81:03 remains one of my favorite recordings of all time)
Gros – Radio Islas
Harmonia – Musik Von Harmonia
That is all for now.