Fantasies

I'm not into the whole blond woman with bulimia and a coke problem thing. They look so damn processed, and they're always so bitter. I prefer mousy women. Like Natalie Portman.

Now there's a woman to pull out the stops for. I'd set up a good evening, maybe get some music on, cook up something, some good drinks...

Then I'd get her to say "Kiss me like you did on Naboo."

Good times, good times.

Social 2

It seems like some people can't be put together for more than a few hours without them getting offended with each other and having a big dramatic fight. Goddamn TV making people all twitchy and crying.

I just wish they be quiet. I'm trying to do shit, and all I hear is the young and the restless, home edition. Stupid twats.

Group

There is something wrong, I'm sure of it, it can't be just me.
homeless thought
Couldn't stand talking to people, but still needed to be around them.

Too tired to cook, too lonely to sleep, too bored to stay up. Had to get some noodles despite the price. Missed the rye though. Have to get it later on. Sobriety is driving me mad.

Why can't they stop talking about oral sex? They think they're good people. All I hear is the damn bleach.

I just need to talk to someone, someone with an innocent hobby.

I'm so tired of genitalia.

Moisture

The pills are sucking the damn moisture out my body. The aspartame too, that damn stuff.

Also, I need a kitchen knife. It slices, it dices, it goes through meat and bone like it was vibrating!

Thundering Muzak

I was awoken today by some generic rock song stuck on repeat, It wasn't too bad, but the packaged sound of it grated after a few play throughs. I don't even mind processing, but the shaping of it into something that's so inoffensive it can be played anywhere robs it of it's qualities. I wonder if it's possible to make music that no one can really object to without grinding the edges off.

Probably not. I had the misfortune of listening to a CD of the Grammy nominees, and it's so damn cloying I thought the speaker winked at me. The fact that this crap is defining this decade is rather depressing. 30 years from now, Justin Timberlake is still going to be pitching this shit through some Time-Life Oldies Collection.

Assuming this decade isn't just buried in a big avalanche of shame.
Hope not, some it's alright. Seriously, go buy some Gnarls Barkley.

Discourtesy

Where do we find the line between ignorance and discourtesy? It's getting so hard to tell anymore. I'm told often to try and take a more positive view of those around me, but it's difficult as the moves seem almost calculated, though they plead innocence. I need a portable meter, although if that's not possible, a mounted instrument will do.

Many have asked why violence is more acceptable than sex is our media. I thinks it's because violence/aggression is more useful for accomplishing goals, and is so pressed forward more in the culture, so things get done, be it closing deals or shooting people in the face. Who was the last libertine known as a hard worker too?

You people are fucking obstructions. Meat travels through the intestines faster. Seriously, just open your goddamn mouths to talk. It's simple; a question is asked, an answer is produced that can be expanded on for the purpose of gathering information and asking further questions. They won't die, if you don't talk to them, they'll just get surly and not pay for the lunch box truck.

Leisure

Went to an old theater yesterday, an old multiplex that was built before the Silver cinema chain took hold. Lots of concrete and stucco, not to mention the graffiti. I dug it, reminded me of back home when the nearest theater was a disenfranchised Roxy. Good place to sleep.

Turns out you need to be in a group to not be scuzzy when drinking on Saturday night. I've really got to learn to conserve some booze.
Maybe something besides Southern Comfort for a while.

I think you get the sickness from bleach and vodka. It wipes away stuff, makes them shallow like the skin on soup. They need to be with people at all times, even if they hate them, or else the whispers become audible and hurt them. Kind of sad really. You need to use the down times for good, not just pass them by quickly for fear of idleness.

Socks are overrated.

Thought Bubble

People use religion or fantasy as a counter balance to the epic horrors of life around us. If 6 million people can be killed with invisible gases, a benevolent sky watch or the Loch Ness monster seems at least as possible, and much less gruesome.

Mild Neurosis

Today I stole a bus ad. Some high concept thing for a college or something, I can't tell from the poster itself. It bugs the crap out of me, so I decided to hang it on a wall like the head of a deer.

Those energy drinks are going to be the death of me.

There's something oddly soothing about rhythm games. You'd think at some point we had to hit buttons in a pattern at some point in the distant past to survive or get food/sex. Truly, the birth of civilization.

Torrents are flying today.

Random Joke Ends

Do I look like a fucking typewriter?

I just hope he knows I'm a boy.

$20, same as in town.

No, you idiot, you ride the camel to girls.

Apple pies don't scream when you put them in the oven.

Now I have to convince my parents I'm Haitian.

Left nut go BOOM.

You got any duck food?

Zip Saw

Truly slow now. Should go find some burgers, maybe some mix for drinking. Things don't feel right, should finish off some important things. Don't think I will now though.

The most vicious fights often have the most inconsequential reasons. Handy, but not always true. There are no certainties, why should be cynicism be any different?

Got stop bringing stuff home with me. The humidifier alone wasn't worth it, and neither are these stomach cramps. Maybe go get some veggies or something, peel up some lettuce, burn up some garbage.

Severe deficiencies ahead. Maybe some light music would help.

*turns on slow music*
Ahh, free music sounds best.

Ping Pong

It's selfishness that perplexes me. Our interest in other people is solely how those people relate to us. It all comes back to you in the end, and what it means to you. That's the part that bothers me. I suppose the most you can hope for is that you aren't needed, but wanted. It bothers me.
need some incomprehensible poetry
I need to read the fine print a bit closer.
skull fragments
What can you say about someone else? Only what you got out of them.
everywhere
I need out of my meat, but I've mentioned that elsewhere.

Ergh

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jade
Something is off.

Snow Again

Way too many echoes. Had to listen for a while, hence the quiet. Now alone again, and no more repetitions.

By the square and compass, who needs this many fucking waffles?

The nice thing about southern areas is that when you abandon a house, it quickly falls down due to the heat and the moist. Northern squats stay up forever.
stomp them
Some people are just bound and determined to be useless slugs and sit around drinking Windex. It's irritating. And no one needs finger gloves.

Need a drill.