Monday, June 28

This pasta feels like my life right now. Fuckful after fuckful of the same boring fucking taste. Yet I can't bring myself to go and put something more interesting in it.
Today I am not having good anything on my sandwich. My coffee is strong. I want to go on a power trip telling everyone to fuck off, breaking their legs with a steel bar. I want to drive my car into a tree to see what it feels like to be launched through the windscreen, to be painted across the asphalt.
Read to be enlightened, fuck to be in love.
I move around them now like deranged married couples avoid their hated one. I conveniently am not here and if I am, I am working.

Wednesday, June 23

When I was twelve I put my dick up to a poster I had of a model, like I was expecting to get a blow job or something. Now I read about Zen expecting to become enlightened.
I bought a butt plug once and used it a couple times before I got bored with it, I think I'm just chasing fads for kicks. What happens if I get bored with fucking? What comes next? I mean after you get the kick out of the first time it's all down hill from there.

Everyone's having normal sex, I better meet someone really fucked up; screaming she wants sticky notes on her tits and lettuce thrown in her face.

That'd be a good story.
"Certainty? people like certainty"

People are afraid of certainty
But they ride on it anyway
People run away from certainty
Genuinely tell someone you love them
and they'll go limp like a guy who sees his mother naked
People crave this oh so sort after love and attention but when you finally give it all to them, they don't want it from you.
They want it from the guy they're actually interested in
actually interested in
actually
Relationships are bullshit
Relationships are a form of control

"I disagree, relationships are a form of comfort."

This is not a self help book you fuck
Porn is a form of control
Used by women to demoralise men
Who do you think is running the industry?

Your dick is too small
You can't get her off
You cum too soon
Your muscles aren't big enough and you haven't fucked enough women.
To act you must become the character; to write, you must live in the world.
It's all a little mixed up

I take another long drag of some brand x cigarette and flick it over the banister.

I turn and accidentally tip my beer bottle, I watch it fall to the floor and smash like the porcelain doll did when you were fucking on your child hood homework desk
That sounded wrong.
I'll rewrite that.

If you backspace on a typewriter you can still see where the keys hit the paper.