I feel like being mean to someone but there's no one around to be mean to.
I haven't really had anything of value to say to anyone at all in the past week and I'm not sure why.
The other day I used a drinking glass against the wall to listen to my neighbor talk to his dog for almost an hour. Mostly he kept saying over and over how he was going to leave but he didn't. He cursed and screamed and said, "Crapola."
Though I enjoy my current lifestyle some days I have no idea what I am doing.
Yesterday afternoon I sat and looked at videos on youtube of people playing WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE and I wished I lived inside them.
Yesterday evening I kept finding dark dirt under my fingernails and I kept chewing them clean over and over and the dirt was still there and I kept eating.
I am only typing this right now because I can't think of anything else I'd like to do.
I wish I still had the white walkman I used to wear when I was fourteen and fat and mowed lawns to make extra money. I listened to tapes of songs I recorded by putting a boombox up to the television and recording music videos. I listened to Dr. Dre and House of Pain and Snow's 'Informer' and C&C Music Factory.
Today a spam email offered the advice: Don't be afraid to take off your pants in her bedroom.
I am not afraid.
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'everybody dance now' is unequivocally the best song to mow lawns to. it is also good to listen to while letting a fly eat honey off of your forefinger. it is also a directive which is strange to think about.
good post, i related to 100% of it
i related also
blake,
I hate the dirt under the fingernails.
I had "phantom dirt" for the longest time.
Until I realized that the dirt was from the table felt at the poker tables I always play at.
There are two tells if i have been playing poker: my eyes look like they are going to bleed from not sleeping and my fingernails look like i have been fingerfucking a dirt mound.
Good times.
I liked this too.
thank you friends.
jereme: when i realized that was where the dirt came from, and what that meant the dirt was, and that i'd been eating it, i came very close to vomiting.
instead i took two large shots of vodka.
sam: here is the gong back with the bass
you pronounce it like this: http://ubu.artmob.ca/sound/nichol_bp/Nichol-bp_Sound-Poems_09-meeln.mp3
that pretty much sounds exactly like my neighbor, only replace the numbers with curse words.
I really like this post. The first sentence is great.
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