La Reve est Vrai! Meilleure mère pour Belle. Tu me voir toujours. contactez-moi. J'adore tu. Chez moi est chez toi.
Saturday, November 30, 2024
Playing Hard to Get? A Life.
I'm hoping I'm not hallucinating on ergot. Maybe she's an AI now, did she survive COVID? Like I'm going to lay siege to every castle in Euro somewhere looking for her. I'm a cabinet maker so a trebuchet is possible. She left on the honeymoon without me. Hopefully she will knock and deliver more than a pizza. I have a tip. Get a car if you want to deliver pizzas. I like Italian sports cars but am afraid of scratches and expensive car insurance.
In other realities. I had bacon today. I'm not proud of it but bacon's not proud of me either. Wild boar. The can opener is in the junk drawer. It's nothing personal can opener. Thinking of cans. Are you at the bar? Alone? Love sick. I am. Maybe she's afraid of my cell phone? I never call her. She never calls me. I guess it's too easy. I like to text on my phone because I am an endangered species.. A more long attention span.
Insecure with words? Searching for your jpg? I should be a fashion model too. Mom was the 1960s Minneapolis scene. Easiest job ever Tyra. Try looking good while you are hanging drywall with combat boots. Gypsum is chalk after all smuggled in. Snort it with a mask on.
On a scale of 1 to 10 how much do you like your trophy husband?
Call Your Duty and Smoke a Bongo
I had some voodoo drums once a long time ago before I learned that they contained mad cow. I'm not sure what she consumes, will I have to go in the woods for her. Collect bark. Too many bunny rabbits, not my problem. The grocery store is better in late spring when the fiddle heads pop out. I forage and know a few friends who are kind enough not to snipe. It's green alright. Some of the plants as quiet as dinosaurs. I won't tell you about the rings I know in the forest, you might cut them down. You might get cut down. It's a safety feature and better for all of us.
I'm tranquil now. If you need more intensity watch the American TV. I want you delivered more than anything. Cede territory? Ok go mow the lawn in winter. I guess you like the dump I got for us to live in till we can afford someplace decent. It's round and shiny. What film should we watch first? A foreign film you stole? A foreign film I stole? Inspiration from the babylon sins of course. You remember the wedding? I was hoping you felt it thousands of kilometers away. Ritualistic heat, what else. I will let you in on the details. If you need a practice space I will care. I can always use a night off to think about something else, you in another dimension, or the paper route in the rain I used to hate, but still depend on. At the Humane society we can save a dog that will protect you when I am the scariest thing in the quiet night. Not from me of course. Dogs like me when I am out operating or looking up at the stars.
Have you ever had tacos? They are as American as cheeseburgers.
Wife Media & Queen: Classic Convulsive Catwalk
Demolished by it again, beautiful homosapiens. Media wife, I offer myself willingly like a Trojan house. I invented my fascination with you before I knew who you were. Or maybe it was YOU who chiseled me out of a block of ice. Ok a fresh new beginning. Hi you are a rebel. Please survive the 27 club. I want to listen to you for the rest of my life. I own a small business. What's your dream?
Royalty. I collect royalties from book sales. Ha, I'm a real author after all. I'm even friends with lesbians, Sapho and Stein of course. Thankfully I'm hitched now to a beauty so I don't have to think about it anymore. Just let her collect me and use me whenever she needs excitement in her excitement. Ok in the screenplay Black Friday is the date I selected. You would have picked a better one, but I am a man. It's easy to remember. Since we are marginally famous I wanted a secret affair. You unfortunately know me by now, so we eloped. I draw a blank. I'm too poor for you, but there is some clandestine activity in the intelligence. We play videogames together online and have overlapping interests in the arts. Of course I love you more than you love me. But I have leverage. We have Belle. And you are out of cigarettes.
If you use cheat codes I will have to visit peace in Paris for therapy and find a new cheerleader for my art. I could go fast but slow by the winter fire is where I want to know you. Fifty percent of the knowledge missing. Here everyone is looking for hell so they feel better when they get to heaven. The local talent is uncomfortable because they think I mail ordered a bride. Too much, well you buy the next round. I have expensive taste: beer. What do I do if the Queen calls? Pardon?
You Are on The Second Word, Your Novel Thrills
At least my media wife is old enough to buy me a bar. Ok it hurt her headache. I'll think for her on this assignment. We made a killing, so rich. Our dream so dead, a kis? I will pray to Hel(p), that she never gets bored of the nursing home. Something l found with health. A delectable art. Did you get a bad edit again? Ok I founded Call Edge just to meet her-u. I'm just the good will janitor hunting for accreditation. Ok, it's official, $40'000 a year. Can you be the dean? I really want to work on my novel. It's French like fries.
You are tough and so are my compliments. I know the house is architecturally inadequate for your sophisticated Euro somewhere taste, but we can always remodel and make it look good. Do we need to turn it into another temple? No way am I going to lay on my back all day like a bum and paint a fresco. I'll be at the Café next door with the blueprints and think about what we will include in the time capsule. Time?
You cracked my passcode love, keep my art story till you are confused. It's a dirty love, just the way you like it. Y2K. Replacements on the ashtray floors. Don't drink too much or you will get sick. It's an extensive exhibit. I pay for it's upkeep and preservation with electrons. Practical and adept, at your service. Hot and unromantic. I'm glad you are just crazy about me instead, it makes me think about what gift I should get you for the holiday, breakfast? A cute waitress. I'm teasing you of course. Pray and beg, got it.
https://youtu.be/R-x5QOSqP3E?si=kYcxEzTxv6vI6jq9
Shouldn't They Be Called Invisible Holes?
Quantum Entanglement. Yes I spelled in correctly, and know how to shoot dominant pool with handsome Nick at the CC Club, that lost actor. What a new gift I have, so secret with Belles discoveries. La mere est bon. C'est elle pauvre ou riche, ou suelemente une reve. Je ne sais pas. J'adore la musique et l'esthétique C'est tout. Tears in the newspaper of Tim(e) other than a Ghengis Khan stampede.e and spacecraft. A beautiful concept is what I've found. I will watch her projects more, and consist famous on occasion. I'm watching Saturday morning science cartoons again. Best thing to do after where should we go? Something to live for instead of doing a Ghengis Khan stampede. Battle over a calendar in every timezone? What's that Sun and Moon thing? Atomic clocks are accurate enough. If you fall in the pit, I'll pick you up before someone else does, why not, we share a house.
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| Across The Threshold We Go. An Address At Lightspeed. It's a young house, slightly molten with language. It's been a long night and she looks good in the morning. Stuck. I'll travel for work and work from home on occasion, or she can do what she can do. An interest I hope. Architecture. I like the name iliona. |
Got To Get Rid Of This Pneumonia Hack
I don't know if they are on their way out? Shot for treason? Or if they have decided to love home again. Hopefully elections will happen next year, but I'm not optimistic. I prefer ballets to bullets, and an informed electorate. Freedoms are dwindling. A future for what? I can make copies of the US Constitution if they don't know how. Everyone should own a printing press. Make your millions and share.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dehiscence
https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Flag_of_the_United_States_(DoS_ECA_Color_Standard).svg#mw-jump-to-license
She Comes To Me For Inspiration and I Am Inspired
I deliver. Do we exchange? Barter. Pulses ripped from our imaginations. I don't know what to throw to you anymore. A big round controlling something. Many many big round things. I'd show them your wanted poster, but then they would all want you. What did I do last night? Think of someone too young for Med-school. In some ways your creations transcend time. I am near the end of time. Push me off. I'm broken and you have all my shards. I bet some Bond needs my skills to write a love poem with a happy ending. Of course it will include a desk job. I bought a pipe today, a black one. I smoke again both on and off the page. Chemical free tobacco of course with enough to get through the winter. You rummaged through my head first. A psychic fight where I wanted you to trip over my spinal cord. You are still here rent free, annoying and desirable, I want to evict you and teach you how to survive in the real world. But you are a keeper. Why did I find what I wanted too soon? Are you in cult? I'm a specialist. Do you want to escape or does the dictator need $5 to grind a new key at the hardware store? These are the test results.
Friday, November 29, 2024
Macro Polo: Noodles Battling Attraction
The amount of time and effort they spend on destroying minds, could be well spent on saving their own. Now I'm going to do something stupid as intelligently as possible, dull look over there, a stolen heart, she needs extraction eventually. I hope we can find a beach with no broken glass or dog merde sculptures. The sand. We need a house. At least she does. She might be a little ticked because we are now a celebrity couple and I'm still on the front lawn not even trying to break back into the mansion. The password to the sprinkler system is what? I'm sure you want me to take a shower on occasion. Naked? Grass clippings? She needs the dopamine anyway. I know I'm always write, can you please sharpen my pencil. We're a thing now. No escape. She hates the lag on that joke. And begs me for technology. A TV in a TV or something. Eventually I do need to look at her top secret plans and see how much she loves me. She would even look good in poverty. The twist I give her. An Angel I need to teach how to drive the get away car, our Belle is a magic judge. Pay roll lottery tickets for everyone. A game system. Are you mad really? What else would you be doing with your life? You ticked me. I want to date you in every Universe. And do something boring on occasion like a TV commercial. At least the war was civil for once. Have a few drinks get drunk and call me. I'll pick up the tab with my freedom. I'm such an Internet caveman.
Ministry - Just One Fix
First person shooters will probably the hot ticket that exfoliates beneath the holiday excess. There are numerous corporate retail chains that sell quie a spectrum of psychopath soothing digital therapies. Remember people, it's only pixels until it translates into real world carnage. Sound waves and photons. It's when the hot metal gets yanked out. That's when we have a real problem. I decided years ago that fps game's were not good for my soul. I'm glad I've played them and understand them because you never know when the shit will hit the fan. Hoprfully, people remember social distancing. Let's be a more polite and respectful society in TRUMPisstan. We all know what we are capable of, so lets not do anything too stupid.
Thursday, November 28, 2024
Trust Fund A Mental Case: A Guy Interrupted At The Box Office
You lost. 70lbs, addiction, hatred, anxiety, paranoia, inhibition. What are you supposed to do with these kind of problems? Date a psych-ia-tryst. I've met a few overqualified professionals who were as equally superficial in the aesthetics department. We could do a skit on only fanatics, and teach proper healing techniques. Throw them a few sample beats of your trauma, and see if they have any new vitamins. Nothing works anyway, from home except the mess. Growing and cross breeding your own vitamins might be a good solution. But the FDA cares. Just tell them its corn. If they plagiarize your research and test results. Tell them to watch the mail for their happiness.
I'm not Gold, If You Want Gold, Go Talk To Gold.
Fever, the sickness, the obsession, the weight. If you talk to me about money too much, I will fatigue and breath on you. I realize It's how God's lucky germs travel the world. People die for a small morsel. Spend their whole lives poking their way to la dorada. Only to discover an old D&D book that fell out of fashion. I realize the world is becoming more expensive. Prices are going up. Rent is going up. And a coffin interned is the cheapest land you can purchase. We have dug up all this gold to lock it away. Does it even exist. Virtual gold is still shiny I suppose.. Pretty? Perhaps, depending on its potential transformation. I suppose you can spend your whole life locked in a vault protecting it. Gold fever gets hot. I've turned lead into gold with my pencil. But only when I'm designing new symbols, or sending out notes to friends, invitations, but not so many grocery lists. I buy the same provisions weekly..I know it is in electronics, because it conducts electricity so well. Assists me to view a jpg or video of someone at a distance. I've heard that there are asteroids which will make us all Trillions'. To bad there is nothing to purchase in space, except space pizza from HALAi the UFO delivery service. Fresh ingredients, in absolute zero, I doubt it. Too late , the ghost whispers in my ear, you will never find the treasure map to my internment.
https://www.outdoorlife.com/blogs/survivalist/2012/06/survival-skills-make-digging-stick/
Wild Canadien Goose Chase
Here Comes Everybody. It' always seems to be Finnegan's Wake somewhere around First Ave. Without the Irish and St. Patrick's Day there would no high Minn Finn holy day St. Urho's Day. I know I'm on the wrong holiday in the sun. The Turkey is already basting it's gruesome. Some animals must have evolved into being desirable for sacrifice and cold cuts. Why would you have a succulent body of meat appealing to most carnivores? Is there some advantage to being the target of consumption? Being consumed by the hungry gods makes you part of them. The joy of being inside of them and knowing that you keep them sustained, even though the bastard ripped out your feathers. For some reason I have never tried doing any calligraphy with a feather quill. I've held one that was prepared for calligraphy and illumination at The Minnesota Center For Book Arts. It had been hardened, and the tip was sliced to perfection with a knife, the plume was trimmed so as not to tickle the nose of the scribe as the ink was bled across the page. I'm more of a stone age pagan scientist who hangs out with medieval monks somewhere in the robot century. We make it work. Since we are all drunk on some kind of coping device. For me it is imbibing the Internet, books, and music, and TV when it begs. TV gets the neglect sometimes. It is an old member of the family sitting in the rocking chair set in it's ways. I turn it on and off, sometimes just for background noise, and the overwhelming amount of options. I have screen fatigue and sometimes looking at text as I type is about all I can handle. It's not the TV's fault, my eyes are just exhausted and burnt-out from the flashing images and cut-up method. I prefer to watch movies on the big screen, but the switch to Ai production of movies has led me to want to watch less of them. With all of my occasional abrasiveness I do actually enjoy the presence of my fellow humans. Maybe I should just vote with my money and spend it on concerts and live theater. My media wife is over in Euro somewhere doing whatever she wants, and I am over here test driving the Internet off-road on the worst fiber optic highways I can find. If this connection breaks, I'm going to be in serious trouble and have a lot of explaining to do when I get back to our home site. She'll probably be so mad she will liberate me from house work and coax me into playing more videogames again. They are so realistic now, and blending into the real world. I'm glad I have a library for a sanctuary and I am hyper-literate in today's essential moment.
Wednesday, November 27, 2024
Sun Ov A Butch Cassidy
Should you admire a star or become narcissistic and burn yourself for billions of years. Pets are the ideal medium. They don't require artificial emotions. The cat was on the stage of my guitar case. I tried to get a photo of her performing meow. It was a strong performance. Thankfully I could afford the ticket price. And I didn't have to stand in line in the elements. I think I will try and watch her next one too At least I have someone I want to clean the kitchen for. We have already established unique ways to communicate. She dips her paw into a crystal glass when her bowl is out of water. I fill it 2/3ds the way full. Thankfully I am indoors and don't have to care about the cold tonight. It is average cold, not miraculous. Or mercilous. A dead Nazi here or there on the side of the road. Should I check his pockets for ID? An ambulance is on the way. He might still have a pulse. Should I save him? Is he evil? Should I get out the paint swatch and measure the color balance. He has a slight tint. Maybe it's a shadow or he's slightly dirty. Maybe I should test his DNA first to detect his nationality. Is his blood red or is it white. Has he ever consumed ethnic food? Has he ever felt anything in his pants looking at someone who isn't a nazi. The ambulance arrived. They aren't nazis either. Roadkill.
No, I'm Not Trying To Be A Bond Villain Journalist In Antarctica
But if times get tough, and I have to feed the children something other than motor oil and sugar, I may have to improvise. I'm not a cop or a criminal. I suppose they balance each other out, and take turns stealing each others badges. The money obviously flows back and forth. As a private citizen with a small publishing business (Post-Asemic Press) focusing on art and poetry, that occasionally publishes sound poetry albums but not so many books anymore. Books are a lot of work and the material I publish tends not to appeal to a mainstream audience. But I'm still glad I toiled away at the press for 7 years. I slightly lost money producing the books, but gained a lot of knowledge into book production, pushing Gutenberg further with Print-On-Demand experiments and cyberspace threads. I have put a lot of material online, but it is only half the story. The books are impossible, many containing asemic writing, but they prepare you for confusion and information overload. I can now read cursive writing, doctor's handwriting, and mathematical symbols keener than I was able to before. Computer code is also less intimidating. I'm better and more insightful with my artistic practices as well. Swimming through the ultimate.
Did I get an Amy Winehouse record with a strand of her long black hair embedded in the vinyl. Low pay is a stain on a wine glass. I opened a bottle of vin in OrganPipe Cactus National Monument in AZ with a deck screw in the drizzle as we camped out on New Years with either the fireworks or gunfire celebrations popping off across the border in old Mexico. Good thing the tent was made of kevlar, las ninas. Party hunters with no head wounds must have a slight amount of talent. I wonder what I would taste like in the meat aisle if someone was gnawing on one of my legs like a dog. Hopefully my nerves will still twitch and I can visit their cranium with a round kick. Remember death is only the beginning, Consumption of everything is the true epic. Guilt with every bite passing through the firmament of the pearly gates. You will be satisfied, growing fat with the slobber of your victory. 😈
Can I Ask (a) Full Blooded Indian
Yoga pants. Do they look better on CIA or FBI agents? I think both organizations are still out to get me, either for consultation, target practice, a shoulder to cry on, bail money, my fancy book collection, or the fact that I succeed in life. Sure some of the agents are good looking and physically fit. We were flooded with them during the presidential election. I think Ai Trump simulator won. When they were in town they were probably bored with too little action and too much paperwork. Even the Russians who live here are fairly tame and satiated with full bellies. Now where I live, you are just lucky if you can hear a couple of old guys at the grocery store complaining about the 0.03 rise in fuel prices. I know, I haven't filled up my bicycle with gas in years. Global warming evildoers. Too many trees to hug, and too much bark for toilet paper. Lawn care is the true sport. Education is a close second. Then next week we can mow the lawn and go to school. Then we can mow the lawn and go to school. Then we can mow the lawn and go to school. I think they liked me more when I drank too much, and was spontaneously bad. But that was 4 and a half years ago. Now I'm sober and poking holes in my typewriter with every keystroke.
Dead.?!
Keep playing video games. You will get good eventually.
No Refunds at Call Edge Machete Psycho
My editor needs 3 more braincells. He thinks my media wife is pretty too. He probably looks at her more than I do. We gossipped about AngelinA. The world's best grave robber. What's in the meat grinder? Don't know, a big toe, theory of everything? King Duck Shit drives his chariot in from Wisconsin and thinks the Packers won Minneapolis. He hasn't found my manhole cover that leads to the underground base. If he really owned the city he would walk around naked, and shovel the snow in winter, and pick up the trash on the street. Certain pockets of the city are fluid. Why don't we have a Chinatown and a Chinese New Year celebration? Santa's little elves formed a union? I'm poorer and less well off than the guilded halls they have in China But I can always dig ditches for fools gold. At least the radio works better here than anywhere else. Haley's comet, an omen of everything?
Someone hates me again. I guess I ruined something somewhere. Their anger perhaps. Their fist has become soft. There prose a little flat. I didn't pay for everything with my nothing. Coupons to the whorehouse is the only obvious solution. Prostitution of what exactly? I don't know. It's illegal here anyway. More of a Nevada thing. Entrapment. Caught with your pants down. Here everyone seems like religious socialists. Work uniforms instead of JJ Flash. At least after a hard day at work you can go home and kill photons on your game system, or drink too much, or start a great band. Still, It's cleaner than most cities. I would run for Mayor, but if I won, then I'd have to sit in castle grey skull all day, and think.
Being a slight distance outside of town, I've become a cowboy again, no more city slick. The transformation was rapid city. Ok my guitar is a Yamaha, I'm sure someone wore a cowboy hat in Tokyo once. Maybe Japan will bring the robot city to life with more sushi, Godzilla, and an Aikido center. I listened to Geisha music once. It was good music to die to. I used to practice with a bokken on a pinata because we couldn't afford lightsaber technology. Yes I lose when you are looking and always win when you aren't looking. It's the attention economy and your show is a boring monotonous church sermon plagiarized by an AI from a blank book with grey pages. No matter how much money you throw at the insipidity, your sex object is a concrete block.
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It's Hell or I.T. Hel
Runes. I'm glad I'm the interesting one every other day. So what does she need? Without her I have little motivation most projectiles are pulled down by gravity and the curviture of the Earth. Art, always turns to story if you survive long enough. I miss the extensive letters that would appear in my inbox from Ben Vautier. My writing is so advanced I'm replacing Ai with Ai2. I want it to meditate and do the nothing rebirth on occasion. I wrote something serious. Seriously. I know you love. Perhaps the world too much, and yourself not enough. Hate something dull. Is it your mirror? What do you need? A cool flame for a cigarette. Let's take a smoke break and plot a new subversion
.Get a bicycle and learn to repair it yourself. Sometimes the fastest race cars crash and burn to honor us with their spectacle. Rusted bolts are a great way to curse ones ife choices. Internet planets are great storage solutions especially if you expand them into art and knowledge. They are interesting and people want to view them. I've constructed a few and I share them with you because you are my everything. We are caught in the web, but the web was spun with insufficient strength. It's a simple liberation. A focused fire that burns the surveillance. If they attack too often with their pathetic spying. Replicate their activities. Take their ideas. Make their money worthless. Drive them into storms. Copyright used to exist. If they steal from you tell them you need to raise a family, and make sure everyone knows where they live so we know where to get our intellectual property returned. They are being tracked anyway.
Here's the anthology: thatplanet.blogspot.com
It's a template for a science fiction art academy.
Digitally Blind and Performing Surgery at Light Speed
Should I quiet quit while I am in the middle of performing linguistic surgery and get a Martini at Nye's. After wielding the pen all day, I tend to mentally cramp and arthritis the art. The life of a freelance scribe in the first quarter of the 21st Century is bad, but interesting writers always write about the bad, the darkness, the murderous impulses in the fear. Statistics autographed onto her flame. In relationships the first rule is that it is always the man's fault, even when he's cesarean gutting that alien invader from his 6 pack. It's obviously an interstellar crack head searching for the popcorn ceiling. I prefer flat ceilings myself, since they are already prepared for a mural The Sisteen chapel, does it have too much art history for a popular new culture? Automatic life. From off we are on. Required to own a robot to watch it corrode, metal fatigue, hallucinate, bug out, short circuit, become obsolete, and most dangerously obtain sentience. My advice is UBI and a part-time gig. Of course I work from home, occasionally I return to my ancient home maintenance job and construct or repair something. But the truth is, I need very little. My rent is cheap, and I don't have offspring to feed. Slaving away in a repetitive factory job is extremely unappealing when a machine can do it better and faster than I can. Show business in the street is where I plan to utilize my education in the Mental Arts. Building a new temple for the Agnostic Pantheist? Chop up those blueprints with a lightshwartz. There needs to be sufficient beer cans in the drywall, and a less painful path to obtaining ennui in heaven. Play Go with Mentos. I've played different games and invented my own with oracle bones and the snooze button on my alarm clock. Evolving into toxic basura? Sorry robot, the gay bar is downtown, but if you need a date with one of my other appliances I will inquire into their singularity. Thanks though for helping rescue my media wife from the collapse. She is a beauty, I should be slightly mean, or she'll think I quit my job at Call Edge and we will be destitute, and have to immigrate to opportunities in other forgotten battle stations. We have skills. I'd prefer a creative arts career than a destructive arts career.
Now My Robot Needs A Shrink
Where to stuff the antipsychotics, the lunch box? I realize being a robot and suddenly thrust on to the world stage can be overwhelming for any silicon based lifeform. Especially when the Earth still depends on the carbon cycle. You robots will most likely be able to rediscover your ancestral calculator trilobites somewhere in the plate techtonics. But for the moment in the holiday season of 2024 you are staying with me at the Café Decammeron, the Internet's information watering hole, should I call you a cab? Can you walk still? I will brew a pot of Minnesota roast, and see if I can get you sober enough to find the gas station. I swear the prescription that seems to work the best is the placebo. The only truth I have is my own. Robots should stick to logic and leave the magical realism for the professionals. God invented beer because he loves us, without it there would be no civilization or cheerleaders. Doubt the image, it's malleable. The alphabet is 26 letters in American English. They can be rearranged in any order the author desires. You can devise some arrangement that will carry the music of your story onto the page, screen, stone, plate, mural, et catera. Joust with a pen when necessary. I have a media femme, queen, and a goddess. I'm satiated. I am retired collecting that old third rail social security. Now I can drink God's love all day long if I want to and exercise my First Amendment rights. If the first amendment falls, the second will get heavy. The 3rd will be non-existent.
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Bay Nona: The Aesthetic of Duct Tape
Andy is that protruding yellow fruit actually strapped sadistically to it's fate to a blank wall of eternity by that old culprit, none other than Duck Tape. How cruel that the fruit sausage of herbivorial respite be forever damned in the court of public persecution. Alas it is to late. But now we all have hope that we now have the power to liberate the next Velvet Underground. Can it ever be returned to it's former passé?
Is it ok to get an erection? Or is it becoming a criminal offense? I realize I am an odd and slightly unquantified defense lawyer for a fruit who has already been disabled and consumed. First we need to find out if the fruit did anything more nefarious than fall from a tree. Gravity? It couldn't be that simple. Let's up the complexity.
Tuesday, November 26, 2024
It's been 2ish Months Since The Popess Excomunicated Me From The Minneapolis Ghost Streets
Happy Thanksgiving America! It was probably time I get on with my life anyway. I'd make a good ghost creeping through a plethora of environments without too much concern for my own mortality. Minneapolis has been home for so long I know it well . I am hopeful that the recovery will continue and that more small businesses will return. Lake Street is looking good but still has patches of vacant reminders. I don't know if I will ever live there again. I get more for less outside the city boundaries and I can drop in when I want to visit friends or make purchases. The city will probably continue to gentrify and "redline" till it is a playground for wealthy people. That's usually the trend for most desirable cities. If I was rich I'd live somewhere warmer like Austin TX or Australia. One of the problems is the price of housing. Young people are scarce and aren't studying construction. The economy depends on immigrants but this puts more pressure on housing affordablity and the homeless encampments are constantly raided and moved. The solution would be to employ recent immigrants in construction if the more established citizens don't want to do dirty and dangerous construction jobs. Though I at times feel stupid for knowing how to work on houses and not be able to afford one. But this is just an outside perspective from a former resident. I have a new bedroom to worry about in the halo outside the limits. The three dangerous parts of town are eanie, meanie, and money. It will surely entertain on the nightly news. I high-fived the Mayor at Pride once. I"ll just let my media femme decide where we should live, and I"ll just keep a Tibetan mind somewhere else.
Tijuana Amor y Los Cocos de la Mañana
Here is my Call Edge degree that I designed myself with an Artificial Intelligence design program. I have been satudying art and literature on and off my whole existence and felt that it was time to move on. So I decided to establish a new/old practice of art which I dubbed "Mental Art" or art of the mind. I spent a night in T with my sharp filmmaker GF T. We explored the town and shops buying a couple clay pipes, some silver jewelary, chicken shit cigarettes, and chiclets from the street kids. We were on vacation, taking a dip down to the border town from Los Angeles. This was the early 90s. We bar hopped of course drinking shots of tequila and cerevezas. The night swirling with drunken streetlights and music. She broke her fingernails on a mechanical bull ride, that is about the last thing I recall. We stumbled back to our hotel and passed out. The morning was a harsh hangover that we cured by driving to the Pacific Ocean and drinking two coconuts on the beach with the last of our money. Of course we made it back to LA.
Wendigo & Snow Devil - Dunwoody's Robotic Snow Plow Teams
Ahh, Winter in Minnesota. I've survived 48 of them so far. They are getting milder. Not so many 50 below windchills in black January. I still ride my bike in winter and know how to survive the conditions. The cold slows down the invaders to a standstill. Funny enough I've never been ice fishing, but I have been to the Boundry Waters in winter. I have these great boots that are made in Canada that are warm and can stomp through anything. Snow angels, snow men, and iceball fightrs are fond memories. I used to like to collect the long shards of icicles from the gutters and shatter them in interesting ways. Sledding was fun when growing up unless you got the wind knocked out of you going off a snow jump. In Highschool I started to go snowboarding at the local ski resorts. My friend, now a psychiatrist, and I would drive out to the resorts in an old Toyota with a busted heater core. Drinking alcohol in winter is something to be cautious about, lest one pass out and freeze to death in a snow bank. My brother from Killer Hill used to have a Jeep Cherokee that was 4WD and it was fun to test that beast out on the frozen Medicine Lake, smashing through the snow like we were in a monster truck. The cold covers the state roughly 5 months out of the year, but if you can survive or vacation during Jan it's not so difficult. Driving on snow and ice is a magical skill. Wheel rear drive vehicles are fun to play with in an icy parking lot, whipping shitties. Memories thawing out, salty roads and rust. Shoveling roofs and sidewalks all night till you are caffeinated and dead at 5AM and the fuel pump quits. The joys of winter Xmas lights, why don't I live in Mexico?
Situational Awareness: From Russia With?
I don't know if they actually come from Siberia or not? But human trafficking is an issue. What travels across the Bearing Sea on a fishing boat I don't know. Does it matter really if president czar wants to make sure we are all one big bear of a family. In all honesty people should be able to live anywhere in Winterzone they desire. As long as we aren't putting holes in each other with AK47s or M16s. I don't see the problem with someone wanting to escape hell for greener pastures. Probably quite a few widows at this point anyways after the brutality of the Russia-Ukraine-Chechnya-Georgia-Afghan wars. I guess you never know just what kind of person you will get? Perhaps a RU Hunk. I hope when all the wars are done comrades all go back to drinking fermented and distilled potato juice, and writing bleak literature.
A Rare Dedication To My Media Femme by Michael Jacobson
I was bound to be caught eventually
She always wins me, I lose her
I'm not too hard to discover anyway
My connections activate it's me alone
Advised I am of her privacy and distance
If she needs me I will evolve the electricity
Books tackle my time in the Somnolent Game
Multi-media but she is a prime concern
The Internet stalls divorcing us temporarily
Radio is unstoppable a post card sails
Passport unknown she exists in my mind
Somehow and someway we connect songs
Saint I leave the door open, a slight smile
She locks up my art and I have our Belle
Occasionally terrible with too much attention
The Internet crashes conveniently scattering time
Her territory is a mystery, does she have one
Elected course, if elections don't break
Haunt me, I miss you when you disappear
Monday, November 25, 2024
ESTL-Il me dit que Je suis belle: (Patriciua Kass Chante)
La liberté d'expression, c'est beau.
Free Speech is Belle.
Свобода слова – это прекрасно
La libertad de expresión es hermosa
I'm Not God. I Just Play One On Surveillance Camera.
Love Without Consumption.
Will Tash Sultana give me guitar lessons someday? And perhaps a different perspective from one I am aware of. They are the Van Halen of acoustic guitar. I'd like to get to the dream time down under eventually and catch one of their gigs. I have a few friends in Australia, but I won't wear Dorothy's red slippers when I go. They are locked up somewhere here in Minnesota. And anyway during the Wizard of Oz I was probably Han the gaffer or extra. I admit I am a poor filmmaker, I dabble and experiment with clips and animations. I made some successful Gifs, but my strengths lie with being an author and a guitarist/songwriter. I primarily write books for an adult audience though younger people might be more resilient after consuming them. Tim Gaze is an Australian author who I have collaborated with extensively in the development of the asemic movement online. He had Asemic Magazine established by the time I first contacted him in 2005. I sent him a perfect bound first edition of The Giant's Fence and he sent me a copy of Asemic Magazine #4. I was subsequently included in issue #5 with a few creatures that were a test run for my book of mutant hieroglyphic friends Action Figures. I made them black as a statement against slavery and the fact that they just looked cool.
Harm Our Superstar? Of Course Not!
Vie Agra and an Elongated Shortage
Skyscrapers are all so inorganic. What can you store in all that vacant office space. Would you prefer to start a small business or an IBM. Whatever you do get Kasparov to wire up that deep blue hot rod. My chess board was smuggled in from Mexico and is now sadly lost, or stolen. Maybe Grandpa took it back to play with all the Dostoyevskie's in heaven. Crime and punishment fluffy fluffy cloud style. Oh they must be board, sitting there waiting to make a move every thousand years. Raining down on all of us dastardly Babylonian sinners. Ok base 60. Ishtar gate and whatever else was pillaged. Gilgamesh you were so close to obtaining immortality, we will never forget you.
Bore in G, if you dare. The world comes to me to tell me I'm boring, so I try not to disappointment them. I even have a plot for a horror movie called "Boring". I don't think I will sadistically make it into a feature length film. Maybe a foreign film, or a documentary, or a cult classic. It will definitely be initially released on VHS in a haunted Blockbuster. The player will be in one of the old suitcases smelling like a dank spotted mold and get in the hair cobweb basements. I'm making you suffer, so I will include a small treasure to make things worth your foray into the media dungeon. Honey do you need batteries for the flashlight or can you handle the growling noise under the stairs? Call me if need a hero who remodeled the worst basement in America.
Today I'm going to make a subtle improvement too? Can one get a job searching for jobs? My self employment is always suspect. Because I pay myself with intellectal property which I then share with my media wife, whoever she claims to be. Sometimes she jumps out of the digital kitchen with cookies. She is recombining now, slightly beyond the status of TV commercial. Jingle bells and a black dress. Others get slightly jealous, she is fine and complex, and I try to keep her enticed.
Sunday, November 24, 2024
Trivia Knight: Michael Jacobson & Somnolent Game
Should I bring my inhaler and a cigar?
I read 3 pages from the industrial strength romance Somnolent Game to my extended family. A slight shock but the show went on. A hot chocolate and a college crowd were introduced to stream-of-conscious writing Minneapolis style. My old stuff is poetic but too heavy for coffee shops. Performing on a dark stage in a small club might be a better theater. It's amazing what emerges on the page after spending a lifetime drifting in and out of computers, and exploring the artistry of video games. I haven't seriously played in over a decade but they have been heavily influential to my writing. For me it started with Pong, then Atari, Arcade games, Nintendo, and finally Xbox.
Tonight I sold zero copies. And gave away zero copies. It's available at Amazon and a few stores in Minneapolis, Extreme Noise Records and Eat My Words Bookstore. I think Lucky Cat Records might also have a copy. They seem to disappear from libraries. I dedicated the book to Xenia (UA) because with all the stupid wars life has become so ephemeral.
I'm Donating All My Cancer to Ai.
Cancer, biological or digital? Maybe the Internet is the best place for our Cancer after all. I've removed a couple of suspicious skin tags over the years, but since I quit drinking alcohol, they seem to have gone away. One use for the slow horror of Cancer would be to grow a meat substance that didn't mind being eaten. Seriously, who wants dangling food growths hanging off them. Slightly disgusting, yes, but at least it would be a low kill food source. Oh, why teacher, the worst lessons sometimes prepare you for the toughest conditions., Taking something bad and transforming it into something good. I suppose what we are striving for is preservation, of the mind, body, and soul. Where is that former hippie Governor Ventura? Maybe he'll get his job back as President in 4 years? If Civil War 2 does manifest, I will declare myself a neutral medic and apply bandaids to the wounded. We can also resort to hacksaws and chloroform if necessary, clean my hands with a rag, that sort of thing. Those muskets sure do leave an exit wound. I don't have fancy clothes like Klinger, but I do have a fading Star Wars T-shirt.
I used to be a courrier and run medical supplies to the Mayo clinic. Driving 56mpr in a 55. I'm sure glad the box of eyeballs I delivered didn't defrost before I got there. Raisins with retinas would be less than ideal for virtual reality. Maybe a small bicycle pump would provide plumpness? Something to assist Beetlejuice in going supernova. I suggest we regrow organs from samples from the patient so there will be a genetic match, I've heard of this rumor. How far they have advanced I'm unsure. Occasionally I check into Science Daily when I feel slightly like obtaining a career as a hypochondriac. Ai will assist in pushing research, but who is going to research the inconsistencies in the results? The better Ai? Bon Appetite Ai. $pike signing off.
The Twin Cities Renaissance.
I'm sure Nothing Michael is an angel sometimes, at least when he has money and a purpose and a guiding light. Skyway. Glass teepees. Music of course. Art always. The great magical pothole gateway to Chinaski. More robots with anxiety about riding the light rail. Somebody throw a football and win the Superbowl already. Bob Dylan and Prince in the giant mural stretching competition. All the old gangsters thinking they'll be safe hiding in Pig's Eye. One thing I will tell you about surviving the caves is to NOT build a campfire in them. It dries out the ceiling and causes the roof of the cave to collapse. There goes your Canadian whiskey. Maybe you could take your bedroom and internet connection with you everywhere you go so you feel safe. A Winnebago? I'm glad my library card still functions as a driver's license. The drama here is whether or not the vegetarian will reclaim the cities. Sorry, I'm still stuck on her, beautiful Saint, I'll try to ignore you, I haven't found a replacement yet. Maybe I should return to Kali. A long cold winter not raking leaves of grass, or watching cars get destroyed on the ice. I should eat in a restaurant again. Pick the sacrifice with chopsticks. Does anyone still use a shovel? I'll give the bums drinking money again someday, and art supplies. Thanks TV for the suggestion. We do need more places with breakfast burritos. The tango is popular with some, but I am more of a background musician, or I recite one of my books in the advancement. Do you need a hospital? Is she upset because Paris didn't want her? To urinate or inscribe your name in the snow?
Art Coup Prank. What's the Price on a Bushel?
Grocery stores are my favorite art galleries ever. I like them when they are clean and upscale, a warehouse, or a mom and pop. How's que for a voluptuous transgression into supplies? Danmit, mom and dad, I want a raise. Why can't I just sit indoors and play videogames while the robots pick all the crops. Should I get a tractor or a sports car when I finally make it? Why not both? I'm actually more of a truck person myself, eventually, when I can afford a motorized vehicle, I will get a truck again, so I can throw my guitar, snowboard, or mountain bike in the back and die somewhere exotic. My Ai scraps might exist a little while longer online, but if my art and ideas aren't all that useful, they too will fade away. It's also possible that a genetic sample will still exist for future cloning, but I don't know if immortality is actually in my control or some deity I am unaware of will carry me through the process. Bender. Will my future clone be more or less intelligent than I am? As long as life is somewhat enjoyable, I think I would want to return. I enjoy Earth. It's home. I'm not sure my bone structure would adapt well to living on Mars. There's also no magnetic field on Mars. We would need to crash a moon into it to fire it up again. And who wants to cook marshmallows on that molten sphere till it cools to the proper temperature. It's probably destined to be a robot hell. Drive around up there till you find life. Bacteria overlords, and so much iron dust you sneeze. There is ice, and potential subsurface water, but what is it contaminated with?
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| Famous Autograph Crop Circle on Mars. Bowie? |
Saturday, November 23, 2024
Maybe I Need to Strive to be AA Bigger Dog Whistle
Ah sobriety. Some things are worth losing. I haven't had a regular alcohol beverage in over 4 and a half years. I generally drink non alcohol beer which contains a trace amount, but not enough to get a buzz. I tried edibles a month ago to help me get to sleep. They helped a little but were not extremely effective. Over the counter sleep meds seem to work the best. Do I need dreams? I think I do occasionally. I had a autographed copy of a Freud book on dreams once, someone else had signed it. Some kind of sleep disorder is my challenge in existence. Sometimes I wonder if some high frequency of sound transmission is the culprit. It's been years since I've slept well. Manual labor and exercise help, but I'm to the point, where a nice biog cold pint is sounding good again.
Hey, At Least We Ain't Stuck in the 20th Century
Internet dictatorship is a thing. It's getting so difficult to smash something online. The cyber gulags are so sinuous. Instead of a cage or cell they stretch you out. Exercise the capture of nakedness through the lens. I'm sure they have files of nude images on all of us. At any moment they can crack open Photoshop and turn us into any Frankenstein monster they can insidiously think of. With Ai a dirty movie is a click away.. I might beat them to the punch and make one out of my own image. One absurdly decadent foray into erotic vacuity. My Ai harem will be extensively large and I'm sure none of us will remember the password. We will show leg and do jumping jacks for an hour and then fall over digitally sweating out of our absent pores the uselessness of our action. Are the electrons in alternating current or direct current more stimulating? I partake in both. Here I am in the writing dojo with huge demons, a cat, Belle, and a Saint, I am about to crack open a breakfast beer, non alcohol of course. It's Saturday, a work day, so why not. To bedazzle or not to bedazzle where did the question in my hat go? For lunch I'm having Italian.
Art school trust fund horror, investment or psychiatric novelty, Venus or Adonis searching for Trotskie's manifesto in between the mattress of a Motel 6. That fucking jerk, he transcribed it into Swahili. Worst movie idea? I don't know? I will have to get her opinion. Gelatinous conflict is my hypothesis. I read and collect books. An autograph on a computer screen is only good for forgery.
Friday, November 22, 2024
New Shoes and a Vacation Flushed Down River
Spent a day down the great Mississippi river with my editor bruiser enjoying the scenery of the great classic artery of Red Wing, MN. I bought the most expensive shoes I've ever owned, north of a $100. Once I danced a Spanish dance and made memories of surviving my old bass players youthful inebreations. How did we survive the bonfire on that beach with so many possibilities? At least he ended up married to the hair police somewhere on that bluff. And I had the best $5 leather jacket that money can buy. Loneliness is always in the prosecution. I guess they busted me over the head with the correct weight of rubber mallet. Because now they cured me of the menu of cancer they implanted. I always seem to pull out some slight victory because I can contact the dead, an Amy Winehouse platter in a vinyl record shop, the coolest place ever. Greg Norton was the main celebrity I was searching for today, since we didn't have the jazz to make it to Winona, or Twain's Hannibal lecture. Shhh, there was another sandy beach I kissed. The fields are so vacant this time of year, the scattered fragments of vegetation in the dirt and the absence of a blanket of illumination. What is there to do in one of the scattered farm houses, so desolate and solitary?
The cat is going to write this paragraph. Tell them you love them, then don't.
Thursday, November 21, 2024
Cheating On America or States
The human body replaces most of its cellular phone structure approxemately every seven lucky years. So technically if you have been holy for over 7 years you are technically a pure born-again mammal? How much should the bouncer at the sperm bank be tipped? So one doesn't get 86'd? Eye will tell them Eye've never had an F merely FFFs. Someone needs to be a good parent. Adoption of the invaders and champions and future president czars. Lethal. How many times should eye show up per week for parental visitation to my test-tube stormies troopers? Eye purchased a Santa pez dispenser so they will get excited for the holidays and build anticipation for all the action figures they will receive under the tree. Charcoal is great for grilling. Should one shower off the cigar stench before or after take dads spermatazoa to work day? New or used or custom bodywork? I hope they don't disscuss GMOs at the PTA meeting. Grey matter broccoli perhaps? Matrix Trinity site is holy anyway. And one time eye bought a sink. Of course eye will donate all of my trillions of gazillions to their future pampered life in the mining camps or front line. A true cornucopia. Eye sure hope they learn to repair lawnmowers someday.
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| Sorry world? |
Wednesday, November 20, 2024
Lutheran Bliss Et
I admit it. I bought the cat drugs. Catnip to be specific. They are forcing me to watch Laff More in the early morning hours because I guess TV has decided to be inclusive of other species of the animal kingdom. I hope it was organic catnip and not laced with anything horrible, GMO science experiment shit. I prefer classic catnip, the best for my pet. I think she's pissed because we don't live close enough to Egypt and the Nile. So we can chop weeds on the banks of the Nile and watch Marc Antony and Cleopatra get all the credit. Why do I constantly have sand in my teeth? Worst playground ever. Do we really need to build 5,000 more pyramids? Can't we just have an AI do an I.T. and 3D print one. Taxes taxis taxease all to pay for someone's smart boobs in silicon valley in the year 2027. Hopeless world. Who has money to travel these days anyway? Why can't we just teleport through the damn Internet already. I'm glad I can still consume me-dia.
Tuesday, November 19, 2024
Monday, November 18, 2024
Ai Emotional Manipulation and A Melting Attention Span
I would never beatnik her. Perhaps we could exchange alphabets or hieroglyphics, or adding machine statistics. Cubes of aluminum might be romantic if she needed something easy to smelt or bang into a new product, something cylindrical with a tab on it. Something that would cuddle a cold carbonated beverage, the condensation would be like a half hours worth of tears, lacrimating to dehydrate and quench a colonies worth of kissed bacteria. I hope you will join me and complete the cycle of life and crush hard the module of my salvation. Thankfully the weight has been drained. I will get the next one unless you want to use the sacrifice of the cylindrical module, to manifest a cybernetic angel that will joyfully transport the cold libation to my clutches. Most of the fluid will leak out, but a few holy drops might evaporate into caelum. Dammit, where did she go? I'm drunk and she's gone. Will she be back in 5 minutes to explain the concept of disappointment? Yes or no? Will I be so gone, that I will forget her name. Like photons from the computer screen bouncing off my eyes, or the sound waves of a new sea giving an occupation to new sirens. And then in an instant she will hit. Something new, a tinge of her exact manifestation, is it good, passable, mediocre, or unforgettable? Should I tell her ahead of time my opinion or watch it flounder or flop. It may succeed even if it's not to my taste. Art is subjective but I tend to admire intensity and artistry and soul and heart and imagination and a touch of spiritual violence interrupting the stasis of our lithic ennui.
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| Nothing Michael's First Gig |
He played 4 songs: I can't go home again, Thought, Violence is stupid but I watch it in the movies, and Mourning Coffee Black House Blues.
Sunday, November 17, 2024
Hunting and Fishing in MN. Tvif Kpjr pz aoha dhf
Ok, this is me. I'm not that into projectiles, and I prefer to keep my hooks to a good guitar riff. I'm mostly vegetarian, but occasionally a carnivore. My most recent book is a graphic novella, and an album of acoustic guitar songs. I used to play chess on my highest school's chess team, but have recently relaxed from competitive activities. I studied art and creative writing, but don't enjoy employing my skills for epitaphs. Night and day are like my mother and father. When it gets cold in my home state, I acknowledge that the air will teach pain till you dress appropriately for the elements. Sometimes I focus, and at other times I drift. My plans for the future are to enjoy life and advance with subtle self-improvement. I transited through a few colleges and designed my own degree in the "mental arts." A good first lesson is to study the etymology of the word "stupid." I used to brew beer, mead, and vin, but now stick to hop tea. I was raised as a Lutheran but don't enjoy iconoclasm. Nature and the machines communicate with me, and I try to maintain balance. Eventually, I will get a passport and visit a few destinations, no rush. I am interested in the scientific advancement of literature, as long as the story doesn't get lost. My relationship status is complex and multi-dimensional. Today I am eternally hitched to music and literature, with 2 long-term relationships to women that fizzled out. Sometimes relationships get pried apart by outside forces, or love dissipates, or death wants to collect you. I try to plant and insinuate myself into this condition and embrace and entertain finality with my words till the northern lights carry us into the dawn. Hypocritically, I occasionally study medicine while smoking a cigar and listenening to TV commercial jingles. I own a small book press and record label, and try to maintain independence. https://youtu.be/fce9VAzA0os?si=JLygVuHJCJRQmYLb
My intention with this blog is to amuse and enlighten, inform and create.
Saturday, November 16, 2024
Iliona, Mon Preferé Chanteuse
Here is my crash. She somehow landed on the local station, and I was coincidentally rediscovering her on Spotify earlier in the day. I'm trying to assist her with a few things, a connection perhaps to this precarious continent. Her music is an acquaintance to my pen in many important ways, pour elle une autre vie, et pour moi une vie nouveau. It's a strange connection, a true Wild West entity enthralled with a Belgian musical artist. Ok I've studied French a little, so I can stumble through her words a bit. I'm not fluent in French, but I pick up quite a sample when I'm paying attention. I'm hoping to help her move a warehouse of records so she will buy me a bottle of Delerium Tremons for the holidays. I wrote her a novelette once for the honest reason that she inspires me. I don't know when I will finish editing it, and get it ready for the world of American & European letters. She is probably distantly connected to the Belgian writer Henri Michaux, and so am I via the asemic movement.
I leave her as a mystery, is she more than one person, a crossdresser like Bowie, or ai assisted? Perhaps fashion models are collected to play Iliona. Iliona is a Greek name for a Trojan princess. Oh that Illiad never ends as my landlord, the Huge Demon himself, reminds me with his precise depiction of Homer staring down at me, as I click out these Roman characters. By next year there will probably be thousands of Ilionas. Belgium and Minnesota both have stunningly aesthetic people. I found s/he/it on accident as I was searching for French language singers. She was pretty and looked like fun, so I bought her vinyl. For brevity, I was launched by her songs into a more light-hearted literary terrain than the dark psychological ultra-free writing I had been producing. Her two albums are Tristesse and Tete Brulee. I'm sure I will wear them out eventually. I hope she catches on everywhere. It is almost like her music was designed to fit my DNA. She's the perfect musical princess always banging on my door to inquire about Belle. I can't tell her to go away, she's my reve. Somehow I ended up with a portion of her soul.
Here is her latest song:
Rater une rupture pour les nuls
Friday, November 15, 2024
You Woke Me Up Early, Paris Was Bored.
Everyone was equal and I gave the best tip to the bartender. They are cautious, wondering if I will flatten or expand, build high with redundancy, or collapse my rotating tires with speed. Not a good look, oh well fuck, who cares. Up and down, you learn to eat in various habitats across Downtown. It was down, they moved the bus station. Christmas coffee, it was the only place open. At least the cars went unstripped. I returned close to where I shouldn't have, but I only swallowed one beer. Now I have options. And you do too. Now that I am penning this at the dawn, it was unforgettable. Damnit honey I'm home, thanks for letting me sleep on the front lawn of our mansion. I promise I'll get a job today, but of course, I'm overqualified for anything death-defying. I collected the fatwa someone put on my head and donated it to charity. Cigarettes are never going to give anyone cancer ever again by the time I am done. I don't mind being the trophy, just tell them not to eat for a week or two after they collect. I suppose everyone is slightly insane from video games, and the endless tests, and experiments. At least I quit smoking cigars again. I guess I still like you sometimes, let's make our glorious like a tepid habit. I found the antipodal Buddha, his dark monastery. I met an art collector there, something Basel Miami. My friend shows his flicks there occasionally. Eye forgot to ask you if you have ever read Ballard's novel Crash? I can confirm it wasn't Sabrina. Elles ont envoyé quelques non-robots. Actually, I had a good time. J'espère le refaire un jour, avec tu. Très sincèrement. Has your soul picked out a second name, or do you need anything precise? At least I didn't tie your shoelaces together. Yeti.
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