Damn, Boston is loud. I'm in a fucking hotel and can hear the party-goers drunken shouts outside. Why am I not with them? Because I'm in isolation.
(Even though I cheated and went to the gym).
While in this city, I've been writing a book. A biography, you might say. Or, a bunch of random fucked up memories, stories, experiences, pictures, poetry, drawings, dreams, screams. In general, is it about me and my life, written in the only way I know how - art.
I'm really not egotistical. But, this book is already fucking awesome.
You only live once.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Sexy Reaper
The She Reaper was a request ;)
What's next? Well, in my Ambien trance, it turns out to be Princess Peach. Just Princess Peach, you ask? No. Of course not!
Princess Peach sexed up and ready to take on / in some... plant monsters! Oh no Peach!
But I assure you, she wants it - that dirty girl.
Anyway, I feel like I should talk about my situation. You see, I had to leave college and go get a bone marrow transplant done. I changed my mind. I don't want to talk about it - it's all I fucking talk about these days.
I hate Boston. My soul was left in Vermont before I left. At the same time, I like it here. Not in Boston, but here, right now.
I had an epiphany that fish can fly. I was sitting in front of a tank for hours, and they can go every which way. We're stuck to fucking ground. Gravity and density can suck a plant monster.
I also had a dream that I drove a motorcycle across a field of pizza... it was very, very rough and I should not have lived through that experience.
What's next? Well, in my Ambien trance, it turns out to be Princess Peach. Just Princess Peach, you ask? No. Of course not!
Princess Peach sexed up and ready to take on / in some... plant monsters! Oh no Peach!
But I assure you, she wants it - that dirty girl.
Anyway, I feel like I should talk about my situation. You see, I had to leave college and go get a bone marrow transplant done. I changed my mind. I don't want to talk about it - it's all I fucking talk about these days.
I hate Boston. My soul was left in Vermont before I left. At the same time, I like it here. Not in Boston, but here, right now.
I had an epiphany that fish can fly. I was sitting in front of a tank for hours, and they can go every which way. We're stuck to fucking ground. Gravity and density can suck a plant monster.
I also had a dream that I drove a motorcycle across a field of pizza... it was very, very rough and I should not have lived through that experience.
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