I like my jeans dirty. I don’t feel like I’m on summer vacation yet. It looks like I’m spending all my money on LPs. Something is going to start happening.
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That is something I have to show for this semester.
The city was windy. The grass was greener. I spent all of my money on LPs. I don’t ever want to sit in a car again, although I’m sure I will drive somewhere today.
“I’d kill a triple rapist double murderer for a honey baked ham right now.”
And out of nowhere appeared a pizza place selling jumbo slices that I really needed at 4 am last night. Thank you, the city of Chicago.
Is the grass greener on the other side?
I should be able to efficiently judge by Monday morning. My title is wrong until then.
RE!searching intwo industrial hemp purposes:
Construction blocks, replacing concrete?!
Carbon footprint negative?!
Media’s h(throaty, mind you)ip leftiszzzzzzt standards:
Smaller carbon footprint!
Legalize cannabis!
I find humour dans tout cela. All these societies, organizations, I AM YOUNG AND LOUD and ON THE NATIONAL MALL, they are internet blogging promoting iphone apps selling shitty tshirts with slogans to be [c’est «être» dans mon roman préféré J.P.S. <3] met with approval by all the young yuppies. That;s redundant I guess.
Walking up and down metro escalators and smiling at each other for a year before he even said anything. “It was your greenpeace shirt” he says. She blushes. He puts on his best tie for that day still staring in the mirror. It is thin and black and silk.
I feel an arm brushing against my head and it is holding clippers and shaving my moustache.
Back to the main point.
I think the entire environmentalist movement is quite humoristique right now. It is an absurdity that tickles my fancy. I hope no one missinglytakes my meaning. I think of everything as an absurdity and most of them tickle my fancy.
All I see is Miles’ terrified limbs flailing and the headlights from the grill of the big white truck toward the front passenger side of my car. I heard the sound of breaking glass in my head. Then we drove off and laughed. Then it was six a.m. and I was writing and I halfly fell asleep and I wrote on my sheets. I can’t read it now. And it was the hillside in your neighborhood where we all sat down. Thats where I saw the stars.
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Do want Twin Sister in my life again soon.
Driving an acquaintance’s car to the District Court in unreasonable states. Both my morning classes were canceled. This made me return to my glovebox and employ euphemisms. Then it was e.e. cummings yelling and singing at me in the cafeteria. Time had to stop being wasted. And then all of the seperate takes lined up on top of each other. Or some of them. If music was a spectrum displayed in my eyes the needle would be pointing more to the deeply meaningful end. I don’t want to do anything else.
Stereo amplification resulting from sitting up past all the branches. All the tangled branches. Tape recorders are so short. There are actors on television and they are actors. Decrescendo. I want my dense headphones. I want this heat to slink away with a toothpick hanging out of the corner of its mouth. You are here. Buzzbuuzzbuzzbuzzbuzzbuzzbuzzbuzz. I remembered the Charles Bukowski to my left. Now the phone is ringing and my oldest stepsister is sour.
The air is a swimming pool and I am going to drown in it. Interrupting pivotal fifth grade piano recitals with feedback. I missed my amplifier. I miss my microphone. It is almost the conclusion of the semester and I am terrified and distracted and indifferent. Yes, I’m aware. Maroon shorts do not dissipate this heat. This heat is so preoccupying.
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Sometimes I sit in my basement in my underwear and begrudgingly watch George Lopez at 2 a.m. and eat consecutive bowls of Honey Nut Cheerios. I would like to meet a pleasant girl with long dark hair who likes 20th Century Classical music and doesn't mind the fact that my showers are infrequent.
