Unplugged Again

My neighbor N. moved out and took the internet with him. Therefore, I am writing this at the library. All thats left is for D. and M. to leave and then the exodus will be over. What then, eh?

Famous movie quote:

“If I grow up, I think I’m going to be an intense hippy from outer space.”

lots of things leaving these days. bosses friends enemies others. an autumn is coming i think. i cant decide if its bad for good.

Wat the gods say to the artsist is:

“how much are you willing to document?”

Why did you have to push so hard? Did you really expect me to just go along with it? I'm sitting here wishing I would have gone with you, but you pushed too hard I couldn't help but wriggle out of it. It's like an automatic response. Now I am at home and my lame neighbor wants to "jam." I can't get any work done with him knocking on my door and I don't have anywhere to go. I even gave you a second chance. I flipped the fucking coin for you. You could have been happy and I could have been happy and Autumn could have been happy, and maybe the both of you are but I would guess and probably be right that you are still pouting and fucking up Autumn's birthday as if it wasn't fucked up enough already what with hospitals and bloody boyfriends and all that. Goddamnit. I guess that's why I get the feeling you don't know me as well as you think you do. I'm like Tetris. You think you've got my number but all of a sudden you realize I don't fucking care and I'm just a heartless game, and no matter how good you get at me I'll just keep moving faster and faster until you can't possibly keep up. Nobody wins in the end. Games don't win. Games are neutral. There are only losers if the game finishes you before you finish it.

Think Carefully, Now... Which is Worse?

A) To be arrogant and conceited and keep it all to yourself?

or

B) To be arrogant and conceited and let everybody know it?

For a long time I'vd Fantasized about having multiple Me's.

More to follow here on that thought...

Adventure time belongs beneath bowling balls. I have learned to mix up my age. Reptiles engaging felines towards reconnaissance. 108 beads around a rope around my neck. Interconnected nerves don't know their interconnected. Sometimes I return to the text here and edit it.

Tonight I met Jesus on the Red Line. He gave up his seat for her, and he whispered something in his ear about seeing the beauty in her soul and eternal life. He had nappy grey hear, some of which was still black. He looked young in a way that only middle-aged men can look. One could only nod and smile because of the drugs.

First Four of Pod

Some Beethoven Jazz

and then Something as yet Undiscovered

Majoka is Dead


Long live Majoka