Please. Don't make anymore comments on my first set. The comment count is eleven eleven; that is the wish number. And I wish everything I am working towards pans out. And I am hopeful.
Butt and I are getting tattoos soon. I want to get a black and grey work of my typewriter on my side with a Bukowski quote underneath, in type font. "Writing chooses you; you don't choose it." It should be expensively beautiful. Butt is getting that quote as well but first I believe he is getting a Gonzo tattoo.
I ordered three books last week: In Watermelon Sugar by Richard Brautigan, Another Roadside Attraction by Tom Robbins, and The Dharma Bums by Jack Kerouac. All for $25.49. I got Watermelon Sugar Friday and just finished it last night just in time to receive Roadside Attraction today. In Watermelon Sugar is a very strange read. I haven't fully taken it in yet and am unsure of what to say about it. I don't know if I'm in the right mindset to read Tom robbins right now. I may have to find something else to read until it feels right. I think I'm going to read somemore short stories by Bukowski until Dharma Bums gets here.
I never realized how much Paul Simon makes me want to dance until the other night. It was a wonderful night. You Can Call Me Al came on VH1. Old school pop-up video. The song took me over and I couldn't help but dance around.
Why is it that one can sit in silence for a good 20 minutes then as soon as a book is opened to read everyone has something to say? If you want to say something to me, find a worm hole and go back to that 20 minutes.
My car, Jack Salmon, has the soul of an old man in it. When it gets cold his arthritis acts up and he doesn't want to move. Let's all pray this second mechanic can finish the job and all will finally be well. That way I can vanish from this God awful town whenever the mood strikes.
I have memorized your face. There is no escaping my thoughts now.
Butt and I are getting tattoos soon. I want to get a black and grey work of my typewriter on my side with a Bukowski quote underneath, in type font. "Writing chooses you; you don't choose it." It should be expensively beautiful. Butt is getting that quote as well but first I believe he is getting a Gonzo tattoo.
I ordered three books last week: In Watermelon Sugar by Richard Brautigan, Another Roadside Attraction by Tom Robbins, and The Dharma Bums by Jack Kerouac. All for $25.49. I got Watermelon Sugar Friday and just finished it last night just in time to receive Roadside Attraction today. In Watermelon Sugar is a very strange read. I haven't fully taken it in yet and am unsure of what to say about it. I don't know if I'm in the right mindset to read Tom robbins right now. I may have to find something else to read until it feels right. I think I'm going to read somemore short stories by Bukowski until Dharma Bums gets here.
I never realized how much Paul Simon makes me want to dance until the other night. It was a wonderful night. You Can Call Me Al came on VH1. Old school pop-up video. The song took me over and I couldn't help but dance around.
Why is it that one can sit in silence for a good 20 minutes then as soon as a book is opened to read everyone has something to say? If you want to say something to me, find a worm hole and go back to that 20 minutes.
My car, Jack Salmon, has the soul of an old man in it. When it gets cold his arthritis acts up and he doesn't want to move. Let's all pray this second mechanic can finish the job and all will finally be well. That way I can vanish from this God awful town whenever the mood strikes.
I have memorized your face. There is no escaping my thoughts now.
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