HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YA HUMANS!! I’m here! Flipping my Shit in Real Time.
Happiness is not wanting to sleep. Hence the barren state of things this side of the internet.
One love, ya lovers.
I was sent to Australia to develop canned chili for the Boston Red Sox. When I hit the streets of Melbourne I noticed that pajama scarves were in style, despite the heat. When I got to the beach I found that “I’ll have a top of Rangger” is old lady aussie code for “I’ll refill my coffee mug with PBR on tap myself if you won’t, autistic American.” Then a group of kids drove their car into the ocean to rescue a friend that’d had an argument with a sting ray. I woke up right after this, so ready to go to Australia. Who’s coming with me? Maybe January?
Oh my god what a nightmare. Or what could hail under a very broad flag of nightmare. Felt more like a catharsis by way of precise psychoanalytic mining tactics or maybe a spiritual vision giving the body a special edition newspaper from an earnest paperboy in a three piece wool suit patriotically getting you up to date with Your Own extra current state of affairs especially news from the war front. The boy believes that your constant bewilderment at the news, day in and day out, is a clear sign that he is selling a superior product and hopes to one day run this paper himself and be the rich man who says these wonderfully crazy things, the Great Befuddler. But really you are befuddled because every vision you forget and have to be reminded of over and over shakes your heart to tender bits. or . I wonder if anybody heard me last night. Judging by my throat and eyes this morning, I had gone seriously haywire. Young man take a look at your life.
I remember speak of (monkish vows) of silence.
I remember warmth of moving bed follows the sun.
I remember a blonde look away shudder of orgasm.
Joanna was NOT present, despite my new catalog of suggestive pictures. On a bed? Madre de Dios! the Miracle of Life strikes again.
