I will spare you the details but I will say this: Nothing is a bigger bummer than a mutilated kitten.
I left my hooded sweatshirt at the library yesterday and today there is a little note on it that says "Found" and the date. I think that's fantastic. It's a wonderful positive message from the universe.
I like my roommates a great deal, the cute one gave me a new shirt, but my next apartment will be a studio. My constant semi-nudity doesn't go over well. And I use all the hot water. It can't be helped. I think it's a Piscean thing. I even brush my teeth in the shower, I sit down, just lay there for a few minutes when I wake up. The big tub was a huge selling point of the house. It's blue. Everything in the bathroom is blue. BLUE. That's one of the major reasons I couldn't live in Arizona, when I was there I always got the feeling that there wasn't enough water around. I consider myself environmentally friendly but I will admit freely, I fucking waste a lot of water, I've always had moral issues with it, it can't be helped easily. So after Arizona I high tailed it to Boston, though there was a woman involved. It didn't work out. She was dating some guy and his wife when I got there. We all hung out, it was a one night stand thing. Nice people, anyway I couldn't stay in Boston. Seattle though, I love. Much like Wisconsin and Boston it is completely inundated with water. I have to live near a river or lake or stream or on a peninsula or isthmus or I feel uncomfortable.
I had a dream last night that the world was plunged into complete anarchy. I cannot recall the reason but I remember there being anarchist propaganda everywhere, posters and fliers commanding everyone to rise up and cast off the chains of oppression. I remember that there was no electricity and someone had freed all the animals at the zoo, so it was a scene of elephants running down city streets and gorillas throwing snowballs at the police, along with the anarchy it seemed as though the world was plunged into a kind of ice age as well, huge extinct mega fauna knocking down houses and everyone packing up their shit and running for their lives, in automobiles on the crowded highways, penguins running after the fleeing masses.
My family and I took off for the west and my mother and father, oddly still together, had loaded up all the most trivial things, almost completely unaware of what was happening, lackadaisically meandering through this carnage, packing their espresso machines and all their push button living to be taken with them.
On the way west, nearly alone in the world, we came upon an abandoned house. A manor, covered on the outside in ice, empty on the inside, wood floors, ornate wood work, freezing cold, the kind of cold that grips you when you wake up. The cistern outside was completely rusted and was shooting a stream of water out of the top. Shivering cold. An icy wasteland.
When I awoke I shut all the windows in the house, got of the couch, and went into my room and into my sleeping bag.
I left my hooded sweatshirt at the library yesterday and today there is a little note on it that says "Found" and the date. I think that's fantastic. It's a wonderful positive message from the universe.
I like my roommates a great deal, the cute one gave me a new shirt, but my next apartment will be a studio. My constant semi-nudity doesn't go over well. And I use all the hot water. It can't be helped. I think it's a Piscean thing. I even brush my teeth in the shower, I sit down, just lay there for a few minutes when I wake up. The big tub was a huge selling point of the house. It's blue. Everything in the bathroom is blue. BLUE. That's one of the major reasons I couldn't live in Arizona, when I was there I always got the feeling that there wasn't enough water around. I consider myself environmentally friendly but I will admit freely, I fucking waste a lot of water, I've always had moral issues with it, it can't be helped easily. So after Arizona I high tailed it to Boston, though there was a woman involved. It didn't work out. She was dating some guy and his wife when I got there. We all hung out, it was a one night stand thing. Nice people, anyway I couldn't stay in Boston. Seattle though, I love. Much like Wisconsin and Boston it is completely inundated with water. I have to live near a river or lake or stream or on a peninsula or isthmus or I feel uncomfortable.
I had a dream last night that the world was plunged into complete anarchy. I cannot recall the reason but I remember there being anarchist propaganda everywhere, posters and fliers commanding everyone to rise up and cast off the chains of oppression. I remember that there was no electricity and someone had freed all the animals at the zoo, so it was a scene of elephants running down city streets and gorillas throwing snowballs at the police, along with the anarchy it seemed as though the world was plunged into a kind of ice age as well, huge extinct mega fauna knocking down houses and everyone packing up their shit and running for their lives, in automobiles on the crowded highways, penguins running after the fleeing masses.
My family and I took off for the west and my mother and father, oddly still together, had loaded up all the most trivial things, almost completely unaware of what was happening, lackadaisically meandering through this carnage, packing their espresso machines and all their push button living to be taken with them.
On the way west, nearly alone in the world, we came upon an abandoned house. A manor, covered on the outside in ice, empty on the inside, wood floors, ornate wood work, freezing cold, the kind of cold that grips you when you wake up. The cistern outside was completely rusted and was shooting a stream of water out of the top. Shivering cold. An icy wasteland.
When I awoke I shut all the windows in the house, got of the couch, and went into my room and into my sleeping bag.
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mistersatan:
Fuck me? You're not even on my friends list. What do you care?
quasi_sean:
Thank you, dude. 