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.