a recap

I’ve been reading through old journal entries. check out Sept. 14, 2001. I’m tripping out!

we went out to eat tonight, and thanks to my wife I feel really silly and all the rest of the day and the news and all that is pushed off. tons of silly phrases come to mind that I keep screaming out and Casey isn’t even annoyed. in the grocery store I took cereal boxes and bowled them down the aisle at her. I took a can of tomato paste and bowled it a long glorious distance. in a good mood for the first time all week. such things as good moods are very important for the economy. the economy is very good for good people. let the evil people burn in hell. hell has a bad economy. they all eat white bread and drink prune juice. I spend a half hour on one single sentence and hate myself for it. all writing is not done set to a stop watch. I’m out without a driver’s license, I sing, driving down the road . . . just because it sounds funny. I park a mean parallel car. my cat is the victor of all cute and soft grey people. he does not have much to say this time around but is still more literate and intellectually well equipped than some of the people on the War on Illusion message board.

I’ve never seen so many flags in all my life. I think if you wanna go around saying how much you love your country, you should go around loving actual people. employers, stop trying to kill your staff – then bleed tri-colored on prayer day in a moment of silence. ponder that. I will go around loving people and animals and being decent at least in attempts.

just because your own mother tells you something doesn’t necessarily mean it’s true. this is just a side note. inform the rest. in fact, be suspicious. the television is lacking actual television shows. it is a 24 hour mainstream media newsfest. get your mind off work, off of their dirty work. I’m speaking of all Chinese dragons here, those things are awesome. have you no respect for your town’s Chinese dragon? according to the place mat, I am the Ox. which sits okay with me. better than some things. understand your heritage means something like . . . I understand this, but I want the new things as well, to learn piano, to sculpt manuscripts voluminous like Henry Miller, nurse baby kittens, and such. these adults turn their brains off and in staff meetings have the nerve to tell me that I should go and ponder something. I have more ponderance in my insomniac baby pinky, of course which this radiates an arrogance to them when they’re paying some kind of attention and upsets their business chi.

be in a good mood if you can
don’t sink through the floor
wake up at a decent hour

I don’t know what to say to those who suffered the catastrophies first hand. I think I would be with them and cry a bit. I lost a few days of writing, due to depression, but they lost more than that. and to talk about it like I know, when I don’t . . . well there are things I won’t talk about that I do know. perhaps. where am I going? perhaps out of state with this. the entire menu is a finger pointing you out of here. it’s time to get under the foot of a different city I’m afraid. it’s time to buy up all the merchandise. it’s good for the economy. yes, a moment of silence and the phones are ringing off the hook. let the machines answer. I mean, take a message, I’m posing for my subordinates now.