Friday, March 25, 2011

((((((i want it all))))



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I got this canned Indian food.
Dumplings in a buttery sauce. It's so neat.
Tastes great. I hope I wake up tomorrow.
I went for a long walk tonight. I saw this pretty
girl with a dog. I walked through the park.
There were ducks in the pond. They must not feel
anything at all. It was 16 degrees. I started
running. Past the houses, up and down the hills.
My body temperature rose. I want some gold coins.
I want a stack of dollar bills. I want some silver
coins. I want to be rich. I want to be rich really soon
and now is the time.
Hmmm. Hmmmm.

Ginger ale.


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Party party, I'm not going to your party.




ACHOOOOO.

Better quit.




Raw food diets, you should try it.
It's fucking impossible.
I gotta do it for one week.



Everyday I write the book.



Simple mistakes.
Simply mistaken.


Cats.




Sadness.


Happiness.





Funny jokes.




Rebecca Black.



I have this house plant. We're having
communication problems. Domestic issues.
I put him on top of one of my speakers, because,
I heard plans like sound? He looks miserable.
I wonder if he would be offended if I went and bought
a new plant tomorrow? I wonder if there are any good sales
on house plants around town? I wonder if I found a plant I wanted,
and brought it up to the cashier and paid for it in change, if they
would be pissed off? You know what? I don't give a fuck. They're
getting paid to take my money from me. Fuck them. Hahaha. Fuck them.


Hmmm. Why don't I just focus my attention on the house plants I already got.


Poisonous plants are the fucking worst. There is some sort of weed down by
the river, that I am deadly allergic to. I get this red bumps that burn like
hell. It literally feels like I have ants in my pants!!! In the summer I was
riding my BMX in the woods (no brakes) and my front tire slid out in the mud.
I flew forward off my bike into these hell weeds. My body start tingling when
I think about it. What the fuck are they? Nobody can tell me. I'm going to take
some kid who went to U of M or something into those woods, shove their face in them
and make them tell me what they are. Hahhaha. That would be fucking horrible.



Detroit is a dying city. I feel terrible for the people in their late 30's and up who grew up in Detroit and still live here. I'm 29, and the formative years I spent living in Detroit ruined part of my life. Detroit stole my youth and filled it with empty abandonment. It would probably take at least 30-40 years for the city to "re-invent" itself. Fuck if I know. Fuck if I want to wait around... but my family is here. My friends are here. The Rust Belt Curse. The fucking Motor City Coffin Curse. It could be worse.





I want gold coins.
I want silver coins.
I want to be rich.
I want to sleep.
I want to wake up early.
I want to jog.
I want to be rich.
I want it all.
What can I obtain first?
I want it all.