neuroticmess

Oh yeah, hurting isn't good.

I'm not sure where I'm going.
Today it's so cold all I can think about is penetrating something warm.
I'm not sure where I've been.
Yesterday it was so cold all I could think about was some brew.

Jesus Christ.
I haven't drank like that in some time. It was fucking brilliant. I remember seeing a middle-aged woman's "sexy" panties and throwing in some well-earned cash for someone to lick someone else's eyeball.
-The JB

as a busy man i rarely get to experience a day. i'm pretty sure the last 3 months happened but i have no evidence. work just happens, it doesn't seem to mean anything or kill me so i just move on. creatively, i'm making some fucking fantastic art. or just believing my own hype. my comic strip is on cruise control and is headed for...
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I need to travel.
I don't need an all expenses paid get-a-way or a relaxing vacation. I just need to survive.
Experience the earth. Absorb culture. Maybe get into a fight. Disappoint a foreign girl.
How will I ever know myself if I never leave this hole?

I've come to the conclusion that I'm an obsessive compulsive ass. A social retard. Something like that.
I don't wash my hands hardcore. I'm not sitting in darkened hotel room with young men bringing me milk. I'm not one of those assholes. I'm a whole different kind of asshole.
Over-analysing.
Idiot.

Someone stole an hour of my sleep. Damn daylight savings bastards.

As I try to sleep Zulu kings and Egyptian pyramids flood my mind. A downpour of a Trapper Keeper fifteen years removed. Then sex. Wishing I was having sex, then wishing I had someone I could have sex with.
Did I lock my car?
Did I roll up the windows?
What's that noise?
This is usally where the erection comes in, delayed reaction I guess....
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Christ! Isn't it the weekend yet?