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This morning I shit on the carpet, and dry humped a girls leg. I ate dry dog food and my own vomit. Being a wiener dog is terrible.

two rivers and shelby bottoms

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fragment #9

Being dead was boring. I thought about visiting my grandmother but she didn't care for me much when we were alive. I remember on her death bed, she told me she had been faking the Alzheimer's so she could avoid talking to me. Instead, I decided to become reincarnated as wiener dog. I felt it would be less humiliating than being ignored by my own Gran.

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fragment #8

While I was in the shower a spider crawled out of my ear, so I went to the doctor to have shots done.

When the doctor looked in my ear he discovered a whole spider family. A momma spider, a poppa spider, and ten million baby spiders. The doctor told me it was unethical to destroy a family, and that I would be a terrible man to ask. He also told me the spiders had eaten most of my brain anyway, and I was basically a walking corpse.

I went home, laid down on the couch, and waited to die. I left my will on the coffee table next to me, although I have nothing to give.

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fragment #7

When I got back from space FatFat was waiting for me at my door. He told me Lyle had some moonshine his parents had smuggled in from Macedonia, and that I should come over and try a bit. The rest of that day is pretty hazy, at best. I do remember squashing roaches in Lyle's kitchen while screaming "I do not value human life!" I also remember FatFat saying he was disappointed in my behavior, but I can't remember if it was about killing the roaches or not.

When I woke up the next morning my ears were bleeding but nothing felt missing so I took a shower, and went to work. They sent me home due to my smell and the bleeding. I tried to tell them the smell was from space but no one believed me.

rainy day pictures no 1, 2, & 3

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fragment #6

Lyle and FatFat gave me a call, and asked if I wanted to ride over to a party at Davenports with them. I sat in the back seat with the window cracked. Pretty soon I started to feel my self fade away. When I moved my hands they seemed to leave a trail behind. FatFat looked back at me and said something, but I couldn't understand him. His words were gibberish and his tone harsh. Lyle tried to slug my leg but his hand just went through me. I started to float out the cracked window so FatFat tried to roll it up, but I was already gone. I watched the car get smaller and smaller as I lifted higher into the stratosphere. After not to long, Earth was a tiny beautiful blue dot. I stayed in space for a few weeks. I was the loneliest time in my life I could ever remember and it smelled terrible.

some people thinks little girls should be seen and not heard...

goodnight Poly.


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fragment #5

Yesterday, I went for a bike ride in the park. I noticed a path I hadn't taken before, so I took it. The path seemed to go on for miles and miles. At the end I came to a clearing. Beautiful naked people were everywhere. You could see there was no sexual tension in their eyes. The innocence of childhood had been reclaimed. I took off my clothes and let the sun wash over me. I had never felt so free. A young women approached me with a frown on her face. She looked down at my body and then said to me, "You are terrible." Then she began to vomit. Mortified, I threw my clothes back on, jumped on my bike, and peddled away. On the way home I wrecked and cut my knee. Unfortunately the bleeding stopped.

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fragment #4

Me and Lyle went to the corner store to get some more beer, but when we go there, the windows were boarded up. There was a hand written sign that read "PLEASE GO THE FUCK AWAY RIGHT NOW". I'm not sure why but the sign made me sad. We walked home without our beers, defeated. Lyle told me I had to go anyway because he had women coming over.

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Tuesday morning, I got up and it was the end of the world. Bombs rained from the sky, and the streets were lit with fire. People were screaming, sirens wailed. One lady ran past my window clutching her head. Blood streaked her hair, and it was falling out in big patches. I closed my blinds and went back to sleep.

The next day I went over to Lyle's house. I told him about my date with the lady and the child that we did not have. He told me that it was for the best, and that I was too young to be a father anyhow. I like Lyle because he always knows what to say. We spent the rest of the day playing Mortal Kombat on his old Sega and drinking rum and grenadine. I think you call that a zombie.

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fragment #2

Later that day, on my way home for work, I met a girl. I invited her to dinner, and over the course of the meal we fell very much in love. Later that night we tried to have a baby but it died inside her. With shovels found in the basement we dug a hole and buried it in the back yard. It looked like a bit of raw chicken laying there alone in the dirt. I cried all night, and soon a great river began to flow down the street on which she lived. Neighbors climbed onto their roofs, uncertain of what to do. I overturned an old doghouse and, after fashioning it into a raft, I paddled my way home.

dance

watching sam rockwell dance is one of my most favorite things.

no appreciation for the arts

from boingboing "Piss Christ," a long-controversial work created in 1987 by NYC-based artist Andres Serrano, was attacked with hammers and destroyed yesterday (Palm Sunday) following an "anti-blasphemy" campaign by French Catholic fundamentalists in the southern city of Avignon. The violent slashing of the picture, and another Serrano photograph of a meditating nun, has plunged secular France into soul-searching about Christian fundamentalism and Nicolas Sarkozy's use of religious populism in his bid for re-election next year.

rant

People say let God into your heart. I say God is too small for my heart. My friends don't have to pray, sacrifice their children, or toast in my honor to earn my love. Although a visit is nice, the people in my life don't have sit in attendance and listen to me ramble every Sunday. There are no special rules you have to follow in order to be my friend other than don't be a dick. My friends can eat all the bacon they want. They can love who they want. My friends can leave their foreskin intact.

señor coconut y su conjunto plays the robots

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Part 1

I went to work even though I was still blind from the sun, and drunk from the vodka. No one seemed to notice or care. I was happy today, secure in the knowledge that I had forgoten what I was trying to forget and also, from the vodka. Customers came and went in a grey, shapeless, unfulfilling kind of way. At one point a man from Germany came in and yelled at me until he bled from his throat. He fell to the floor, exhausted, but still cursing my name. I and the other employees left him there for the rest of day. Every hour or so he would yell "Scheisskopf!" and someone would toss some change at him. As I was leaving I noticed the cleaning lady sweep him away with the rest of the trash, and I couldn't help but smile.

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I'm sitting on my porch watching the ice melt in my glass of vodka. Little rivers form flowing through the drink, barely noticeable. Cloudy swirls of chemicals travel along these rivers making the water more than water. Chemicals that kill micro organisms and strengthen my teeth. In the darkest places of my heart I can't think of these chemicals as anything but little intruders of cleanliness and well being. When I'm poisoning myself these intruders are unwelcome. I lift the glass and toast to my own health. The vodka is cold in my mouth. It immediately washes away any fear I have of intruders in my water or elsewhere. A pleasant numbness creeps along my tongue, to the edge of my lips, up my spine, and into my brain. The radio begins to play an Eagles song so I get up to switch it off but the silence is deafening, making it much harder to ignore things that I'm trying to ignore. I switch the radio back on and tune the dial to some white noise and stair at the sun till I go blind.