Mowed Nerves

I've chewed off all the bristles on my toothbrush and unraveled my last pair of socks.
My lungs hurt and I hope I never have to leave my couch again. Don't touch my dishes.
This apple core is the first piece of my new art installation. Over the next several years,
it will take shape, one scrap at a time. But until it's finished, you'll just have to excuse
my mess.

Hot Hot Heat

Next time you're melting into a puddle of your own sweat,
Try that pairing that cheap merlot with a cherry popsicle.

Cosmic Laundry

The washing machine at my house is broken again.
(I put 2 dollars worth of quarters into its hungry jaws before coming to this conclusion.)
So, the majority of my evening was spent figuring out how to wash the chemicals off 60% of my clothing.
In the end, I got a ride to a friend's laundry machine and walked home with two trash bags full of laundry.
Now I'm listening to some really cosmic music.

It's certainly put my troubles in perspective.

I and the universe itself are locked in a battle of wits,

at the highest stakes imaginable.

So far, the universe appears to have the upper hand.

But I can't be sure.

I feel my aura brushing up against the walls.

Now I Shall Embark on a Great Project

Just you wait and see.

Wink and nudge.

Sleeping takes a lot of time, but believe me when I say, there will still be enough.

I'm not so sick anymore.

Well, I'm well enough to smoke as many cigarettes as I please.

That's a lot better than I have been.

Maybe I'll just keep it up.

See what happens.

You're the best.

I really mean that.

Keep a close eye on the past.

Keep it away from the future.

It's the outside that worries me.

In here we're safe.

I can't let myself think about what's up ahead.

I'll ruin everything the second that happens.

Spent the whole day in my brain, and I'm better for it.

~

Always assume.