today around 1:45 i turned the corner at 14th and 9th and walked north
a woman had dropped her trader joe's grocery bag
she was helped in picking it up
her and three others carefully held out freshly lit cigarettes
it was raining
i passed them and watched two women saying goodbye outside a bakery
then a woman who worked in the bakery came out holding two receipts in one hand
she talked to one of the women and the other looked concerned, said a few things but left as she had intended to
3.01.2011
some things from today (it's only 3:15) in the style of [brief notes]
tell me what are your roommate's names
[name] then [name]
listen, to save water you can shower together
and, listen, you can wear washcloths to protect
from diseases
you can hang a washcloth on your dick
and [name] can wear, tell him, wear a washcloth around his ass
here's what i do
first [name] takes a bath and then [name] gets out
and leaves the same water in the bath
then i take a bath and i leave the water in there for [name]
it saves water
we can use a wire brush on your ass
gunk, we clean you with gunk
it'll be a donkey party, everybody gets a piece of ass
tell me what are your roommate's names
[name] then [name]
listen, to save water you can shower together
and, listen, you can wear washcloths to protect
from diseases
you can hang a washcloth on your dick
and [name] can wear, tell him, wear a washcloth around his ass
here's what i do
first [name] takes a bath and then [name] gets out
and leaves the same water in the bath
then i take a bath and i leave the water in there for [name]
it saves water
we can use a wire brush on your ass
gunk, we clean you with gunk
it'll be a donkey party, everybody gets a piece of ass
2.23.2011
2.03.2011
mow the lawn
my phone was playing nine inch nails hurt. i was reading and it was playing songs like hurt and songs like rolling stones loving cup alternative version. on the street before it was playing songs like contra by vampire weekend. i opened this file for just typing, this brand new file. the other file open is my novel. the novel file is almost 6 months old. maybe the novel file is 9 months to a year old. i read on the road my freshman year of college. i read ulysses after college. i read chilly scenes of winter a few years after college. the card was sitting near my keyboard at work. my intern said i will check with you next time. i will say miles can i delete this. the browser is open and it's on the press start screen of video game on my tv. the browser is at the tabs and addresses from browsing last night. i don't think it's freshly loaded the information. i'm not sure the wi-fi is connected. my profile name is milhouse on xbox. mills' house. millhouse. rick. squeak. scoop. my aunt got me a hat, said scoop on it. all caps white letters. all lower case, stream of conscious. what's with that? someone would repeatedly ask me that. shut the fuck up. ok. the reporter said are you serious. the subject said the whole thing, question mark. there was a huge question mark. repeat of everything. everything repeated like ten times. every day of work repeated like 20 million times. every situation repeated and individual and thrust onto everyone and no one knows what's all happening at once. everyone punches in and it repeats for them. every conversation is the same. i just tell people things i heard other people say a few hours earlier. we reshot the interview. it was 7 minutes instead of 13 minutes. i said i was in the office and heard her voice so then i looked for the card. then i didn't see the card. i said my heart something. i actually touched my chest. i put my hand on my shirt where like the zipper was opened. then the camera came off the tripod. the cords all disconnected and rolled and stuff. we went into the office. i told her, i mean she took the card. she took it that time straight from the camera. the subject said, he said so is this the intern. he said well it happens. he said don't beat yourself up over it. my character is just standing there in the doorway now. he tipped his hat and he keeps wiping his face which i can't see. this is the new file and then i have a file for all the days. and the novel file which i didn't open yet. i promise to open it. so. 28 dollars i'm guessing. she had 28 and a cain. the way she counted it it seemed like a lot for her. when the other person came in the office we talked about the cards. it was my fault. you know that feeling after something has been resolved. the novel hasn't been finished. no but like if something crazy happens and it's cause of a mistake. like there is trauma. it's like nothing matters right and language is meaningless and it's all meaningless but you really care. i think our bodies are still caring. some of my friends like destroyer and some of my friends like phish. that's the saddest thing. really i can't think of something sadder. phish or destroyer. never both. i'd like to meet someone who likes both. that'd kind of comfort me. safety is an illusion i guess. and you're a man after my own heart and as i live and breath. those things. the warning screen came on. my controller disconnected. my shoulder feels weird. all my clothes have been washed and andy pettitte has announced he's going to announce his retirement. so right after there is this feeling. i can't get over it. i just can't get over anything. first, let me readjust on the bed, first, phish! really? second, what's second? i can't. things like modest mouse lives was playing. were playing. she had 28 and a cain and the fucking guy in the full length fur. then she stands, two trader joe bags and celery in her black purse. she's pretty. i can't. i just can't. there's nothing. there's really just nothing. things are illusions. do mistakes make us. seems like people who avoid the mistakes or something. am i going to post this? i have the novel somewhere, not open yet. reading graham greene, no aspiration to read all his books just happen to have this one. then it's this every day thing. i'm not going to let the summer get me. Facebook just got me. and text edit capitalized Facebook. that's just great. a woman from work posted a british commercial of girls saying mow the lawn. a woman after my own heart. did i miss anything? andy pettitte was auto corrected to petite.
my phone was playing nine inch nails hurt. i was reading and it was playing songs like hurt and songs like rolling stones loving cup alternative version. on the street before it was playing songs like contra by vampire weekend. i opened this file for just typing, this brand new file. the other file open is my novel. the novel file is almost 6 months old. maybe the novel file is 9 months to a year old. i read on the road my freshman year of college. i read ulysses after college. i read chilly scenes of winter a few years after college. the card was sitting near my keyboard at work. my intern said i will check with you next time. i will say miles can i delete this. the browser is open and it's on the press start screen of video game on my tv. the browser is at the tabs and addresses from browsing last night. i don't think it's freshly loaded the information. i'm not sure the wi-fi is connected. my profile name is milhouse on xbox. mills' house. millhouse. rick. squeak. scoop. my aunt got me a hat, said scoop on it. all caps white letters. all lower case, stream of conscious. what's with that? someone would repeatedly ask me that. shut the fuck up. ok. the reporter said are you serious. the subject said the whole thing, question mark. there was a huge question mark. repeat of everything. everything repeated like ten times. every day of work repeated like 20 million times. every situation repeated and individual and thrust onto everyone and no one knows what's all happening at once. everyone punches in and it repeats for them. every conversation is the same. i just tell people things i heard other people say a few hours earlier. we reshot the interview. it was 7 minutes instead of 13 minutes. i said i was in the office and heard her voice so then i looked for the card. then i didn't see the card. i said my heart something. i actually touched my chest. i put my hand on my shirt where like the zipper was opened. then the camera came off the tripod. the cords all disconnected and rolled and stuff. we went into the office. i told her, i mean she took the card. she took it that time straight from the camera. the subject said, he said so is this the intern. he said well it happens. he said don't beat yourself up over it. my character is just standing there in the doorway now. he tipped his hat and he keeps wiping his face which i can't see. this is the new file and then i have a file for all the days. and the novel file which i didn't open yet. i promise to open it. so. 28 dollars i'm guessing. she had 28 and a cain. the way she counted it it seemed like a lot for her. when the other person came in the office we talked about the cards. it was my fault. you know that feeling after something has been resolved. the novel hasn't been finished. no but like if something crazy happens and it's cause of a mistake. like there is trauma. it's like nothing matters right and language is meaningless and it's all meaningless but you really care. i think our bodies are still caring. some of my friends like destroyer and some of my friends like phish. that's the saddest thing. really i can't think of something sadder. phish or destroyer. never both. i'd like to meet someone who likes both. that'd kind of comfort me. safety is an illusion i guess. and you're a man after my own heart and as i live and breath. those things. the warning screen came on. my controller disconnected. my shoulder feels weird. all my clothes have been washed and andy pettitte has announced he's going to announce his retirement. so right after there is this feeling. i can't get over it. i just can't get over anything. first, let me readjust on the bed, first, phish! really? second, what's second? i can't. things like modest mouse lives was playing. were playing. she had 28 and a cain and the fucking guy in the full length fur. then she stands, two trader joe bags and celery in her black purse. she's pretty. i can't. i just can't. there's nothing. there's really just nothing. things are illusions. do mistakes make us. seems like people who avoid the mistakes or something. am i going to post this? i have the novel somewhere, not open yet. reading graham greene, no aspiration to read all his books just happen to have this one. then it's this every day thing. i'm not going to let the summer get me. Facebook just got me. and text edit capitalized Facebook. that's just great. a woman from work posted a british commercial of girls saying mow the lawn. a woman after my own heart. did i miss anything? andy pettitte was auto corrected to petite.
12.09.2010
this might be about tears in heaven or aiming for heaven and winding up in hell
i've learned the joy of losing
did i mess up or did this come to me?
seems like i can't tell you any new things.
internet writing expands in some strange way like a fungus maybe
no like money, or my dirtiness into my clothes
the place where this is contains itself and some other thing
it is the hardest way to expand on the internet
oh well... god this is hard
god is hard like a brick
there are too many specifics
science is less useful i guess
heated air is rising and inflating my iran jersey
hung a picture drawing of revis on my wall
and i saw gene ween last week, thought he killed it
and the 'we must protect this house' 'this house is protected' 'you are safe in this house' thing was beautiful
does clapton's 'tears in heaven' really rectify him from the things he's done?
is intentionally a redemptive song even though it's really a mournful song?
probably not but i've never thought of it as anything
an attempt... it just seemed to be part of clapton, like chiseled into him
miss the OTB. it's gone now.
i didn't miss it when it was here and i didn't go to it
haven't been deconstructing myself like in what's happening here maybe
guess i've been too busy for that
kinda miss that too though
don't know what you got till it's gone
o shit another barbecue
11.22.2010
the one o'clock game
jets versus the texans
meadowlands stadium
on cbs
a meatball sandwich with mozzarella on long bread
from ruthy's $7
415 game on cbs
colts versus the patriots in foxboro massachusets
415 on fox
the seahawks versus the saints in the superdome
chicken ceasar slice and cheese slice plus coca-cola can $6.75
the night game, 830-45 on nbc
giants versus eagles in philadelphia pa
bag of organic popcorn from the cabinet
two packs of ramens from the cabinet
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