Last Night I Ate an Entire Pizza. It Hurt.

On a Greek acropolis on a hill. Ruined not by time but by the destructive nature of its inhabitants. The art of murder. A series of identical young women sitting directly in front of each other so that it looks like one person. A man approaches from behind and lowers a gun to the back of the head. Fires. The woman is fine and she peels away. The next is fine and she peels away. The next is fine and peels away, but she screams in horror. The next is dead and no longer has a face.

MATEO CAT HEAD is the mysterious land where my friends can soup; there is also room for singing and jumping around.

What would Jesus do?

Start a new religion, that's what Jesus would do.

My bike got stolen today. It was locked up at a train station and when I came back it was gone from where I left it. There was no one around to talk to, so my reaction was internal. It went something like this: "Hmm, my bike is gone. Is it really gone? Yes. This is definitely where it was locked up, with that janky little lock of mine. My bike has been stolen. Why would somebody steal my bike? That is really mean. Now I definitely have to fix my ten-speed. Hmm. I'm hungry. I think I'll walk to the market."

I don't know what it is, but the closer I get to being completely broke, the more money I spend. The rationale goes something like this:

"At some point very soon I will have no money at all, and it doesn't really matter to me exactly how soon that is, so I might as well go to Round Table to buy a bunch of pizza and beer and read Catch-22."

That's what I did last night. It cost me $12.50. I have $730.00 and a $695.00 rent check floating around out there waiting to be cashed at any moment. Life is fun.

I sort of kind of remembered. The next morning I was watching television and the thought fell back into my attention. I could tell it was the same thought because I recognized its face. It felt the same. It felt like I had been out at a party where I met someone and we got along really well and ended up spending a great deal of time together. Then we part, and the next morning I see her at the supermarket or something and the memories are fuzzy but still there and there is a flood of hormones telling me that this is that same person that you don't really know but you just met for the first time. It felt like that. Once I reaquainted myself with the thought I wasn't quite so impressed with its profundity, and I realized that I was a bit stoned when I came up with it. It probably would have worked out great if I hadn't misplaced it before getting to the keyboard to document it when it was fresh, but alas here I am not discussing an idea but the forgetting and remembering of an idea and the fruits of documenting them when they are fresh.

fuck it all. i am still bored as hell, lonely as hell, and i have no idea what the fuck i am doing. fixing my video camera has not yet changed anything. mailing out the record to a distributor has not changed anything. nothing will change anything except things changing. that's catch-22, baby. "The greatest catch there is."

I forgot what I was going to write about.

What I do know is that I thought of it while I was wathcing "Network." It was some kind of analogy to something I had thought before, and how the juxtaposition of those thoughts that displayed some kind of higher truth. Soon I will remember that idea, and I will iterate that here in a form that contains almost as much truth as this one here.

Logic

If you are bored, then you are boring.

I am bored.

Therefore, I am boring.

Whatever you do...

Don't read the news.

Don't watch TV with the volume up.

Don't listen to the radio for any more than five minutes.

If you must do anything at all...

Go to the ballot box on Tuesday,

and blow it up.