i run to the sea! didnae you hear? it was bleedin, srs

i just have a lot of feelings today

got ticketed today for texxt-while-driving today, i tried to explain i was reading the satanic verses, on account of it was in my lap but i think the arresting++issuing officer --Zed Rayyan-- just thought i was a weirdo, he wrote the whole ticket,
came back and we talked about his name, he's from new zealand and people usually guess he's middle-eastern (intending syrian, on account of there was that militarized zone in syria when releavant whitepeople people used to fight in syria x-nmber of years ago)
i guessed asia, not that he rippedup the ticket over our flirt

tow emailed this essay i wrote to this piddly publication lady at ucsd hadley mendoza and i tried to go to the interview but shitcameup
rode in a hurry with my bag of juices and assay of who i am as a potential to be exhibited for their fanbase. it was the closest i've come to having to see the realname in print wheww

this mother fucker on american idol just tried to cover sam cooke change gon' come; shit's irreparable ----===---> E X I S T E R E : can white dudes do black dude songs? sympathy? empathy? imaginative empathy ? creative sympathy? centuries of subjugation and marginalization?

girlfriend's afraid i'm in love with tam, if only she knew what lies beneath my temple of doom, if only she knew i know what projection is, ten to won they go lookin for each otha after this

dark night of the soul

i knew (+knew+) a simple soldier boy who grinned at life in emptee joy
slept soundly thru ther winter dark
and whistled early with the lark

in winter trenches cowwwed and glum
wiv crumps and lice and lack of rum
he but a pullet through his brain
no one spoke of him again

you smugged-faced krowds with kindling eye
who cheer
who cheer
when soldier lads march by
sneak home
sneak home
sneak home and pray you'll never know
the hell where youf and laughter go



^there's some dead-ass sentiments, try that much sorrow in the sext-genration

have to analyze vonnegut these next few weeks, never realized how weird it would be to do wthat with anything by him except player piano and cat's cradle, but its
the first

time i've heard about fate in a long time (not including any of the traditional european authors or anyone before chaucer) because it's a closed-minded idea i figure, gestalt is way more accurate

gah, i miss bulgakov and hegel and li po and my guys, my dudes: (being in) real-life thinking is all convoluted with emotions and discrepencies and confrontations and lovin and dudes with money and dudes without

pd. I'M A STRONG DEAD MAN

i'm used to lots of things; i work at wal-mart

bullshit

you got the horn so why dont you blow it

destitution is the exact same as prostitution except for the spelling

and jesus says teach with your actions not your words, but people are innately consumed wif demselves right, so how can you teach them except to confront them, fucking jesus didnae account for technological revolution, material revolution: hisshit's antiqwuated. people aint gotta pay attn to your behavior ander decisionmaking processees theys concerned with how it affects them baby how's it look? what's her profile page look like? google'im before you go out with im

that dandeacon song snookered is so blink182 it's weird, like, even dandeacon has cutesy dumb emotions. that make sme feel important, like motherfucker my shit's so complex only fucking townes van zandt could write about this shit, or steve morrissey maybe. that makes me feel important, like motherfucker i foigured out that everbody's got about the same feelings, even a genius is the same genus

my love is so clear that birds fly into it and die

i feel lately like i'm made of romantic nostalgia about tam and the summation of llaaaaloofness and not this affirmative drama where sides are taken am i allies or axis is she intravenous into my dumb heart

listen to Crooked Man

in conc. the bottel>the wine? who knows

angst is like the prefabricated emotion for anyone learning gettin aware

i want to live a range life

read another paulo coelho book it's called once minutes i read it in spanish it's very sexy and i hate her artist lover but she stays with me discharge----->? period listen to hide and seek by shinju gumi dig this shit, i am so tired i hate smoking mote sometimes ( most of the times) rich is home and we're gon to argument-collossade him about the sri lankan rebellions he's fucked (but not in that way, he knows i still dont want it)

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WHOAWOWPOW EVERYTHING RIGHT HERE IN YOUR MUG red rum river spent today, racing reeling rising from the heat of yesterday hundreds of hours of fistfuls or of memories taste like pot: tired in a gray hunched room tomorrow knocking for negligence there is no gray ===--===

bert said there is no gray/grey area with joshdrilling, "he's black and white" WHOAA MAN i just wannt live a range life the most shared story on the bbc right now is about sexting in california there are at least five or six revolutions being reported simultaneously, military brutality, a bitch who got executed in israel, and that's more important WHICH ONE OF THESE IS OMNIPRESENT sexcellence: bahnsn

jawbs in offices and wake up fer the morning commute?

ha, ridiculous-good stupid awesome electric(-)man(-)blues erm, it's getting hot in hell and i don have enough shorts ni water ni shorts ni these soft-ass cotton shirts that i have only one of also, getting a job at trader joes and failing another english class: L O P E

just beast and bee and fish an tree

dont know if 'bei mir bist du schejn' (og version ) or that crescendopart in Pump It fits their dance better, try both

davetow told me the story of his biggest car crash yesterday and it made me think how crazy car crashes are: super crazy

my favorite music is Dan deacon and man man and jack white and big mulatu and mf doom and lo-fi swing

it feels good knowing i got favorites, like a real person and not some mythical absurd teenage character people remember and quip i wonder where he is and then go back to flirting depression and watching the cavaliers lose in seven to a steady unflashy celtics without a leader to celebrate but a collaborative will that lets people forget about their win-in-successive-five over whichever idolated western conference 'team' that runs to the finals that year

,i'm pretty much not that josh drilling character, which is handy because it means i'm i;m not really frightened ni worried but maybe that's just something like the fear associated with testing --not reals there but assumed to be, so it gets all dressed up and augmented. also! roger's like a normal drugged-person nowadays which is cool i guess we've all got to be whittled-down a little bit

weighing that concert too, no one's going to want to dance or punch for black keys and i dont know how interested i am in anymore ingenuine perfomances, from the audience ni the performer

and my reincarnee deadass uncle's longlost kid just facebookmessaged my dad (and me), what the fuck do we do about that

"weeping" willy c russell prolly has some ideas (helluva powerful picture: eddie would paint)


allen ginsberg: fact or fiction? last of the man or first of the pretenders? burroughs and kerouac seem less in the shit young wolf blitzer and more from the hologram old wolf blitzer, ginsberg's on shady ground, low expectations for his future

a ber, morrison seems a lot closer to first pretender/last man status, ginsberg loses

chuck bass and/or justin bobby fml: am pretty sure the gortkings im jealous of pretend to be versions of justin bobby andor guys they see in high fashion magazine ads, but how is that different that being anything else iffin we just adopting characteristics we observe like oh ima take a little bernard purdie groove into this song and then ima chatup that girl as an iroinic bukowski right? so why be bitter of them? because they succeed andor because no body notices? 

and your eyes shine like oppenheimer's as he talks about the boom

SOMETIMES THERES A MAN

buen dia maternal