time

we are always seeing and deciding.
i have seen (in the past two days:)
a four foot asian woman covered in fur
the center of the hippie universe
the sabres goalie at target.

i have nothing much else to say.

i am your ultimate mega machine.
arent you romantic?

it is increasingly painful to touch things made of metal around here.
i cant even get my damn keys in the lock.


i studied every muscle in my face by touch; i pressed and could not feel my fingers slide across my teeth.
i questioned if they were even there; as thin as the skin covering them.
it was pitch black; the lines white and glowing and speeding past 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-20-1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-30...
i counted every line until numbers meant nothing.
what memory meant nothing?

i know a couple of people.
a handful...
that are stupid asshole jerks. they know who they are, although it is doubtful that they read this.
and i hate everything about them.
but the real question tonight is...
why was i chewing neon gum?

there is a monster out there!
he is gigantic and orange! he bears his teeth and his black spotted tongue!
after the battle of the bodies he runs! he will lick the bones dry; they will become dust, eventually!

here are some facts of life:
-if people got paid with KITTENS for a hard day's work, the world would be a happier place
-sometimes boys wash their face with the foamy handsoap on the bathroom vanity
-your best haircut was the cut you had when you were five
-eternityuniverse.blogspot.com

very often, people (mostly women) enter the second or third stall in a public bathroom. maybe she believes it to be the cleanest of the stalls. maybe she doesnt think about it at all.
this is silly, skipping the first stall, mostly because everybody else is also entering the second or third stall, thinking (or not thinking) the same thing. the second or third stalls are the dirtiest of stalls.
do not sit on the seats.
do not breathe in too deeply.

#1!