The iced coffee at the Coho is quite intense

I feel an insatiable need to widow-tweek here in the Love library basement. Birds, grass, people, they're all moving and they don't notice a thing. I can't be stopped. I am controlling their movements. I am their will.

The heat isn't as bad as I thought it would be, with clouds and a breeze it's possible to walk around outside and be quite alright but nonetheless I am to beautiful to walk outside in the afternoon sun of a summer's day because real men don't sweat and keep their hair perfect and their teeth clean in all situations and my fingers are twitching and spelling correctly is rather difficult.

I read a porno story today that was nothing but a single five-thousand-word sentence and that's how you measure quality literature you know , it's quite refreshing to see that the Speed Racer slash fiction cottage industry has reached the same intellectual level as Wolfe and Joyce and all of the great titans, I can't help but think that it never would have happened without me and I am proud.


Stay the home kids, stay the home kids, keep to the dog, keep your children entertained in the summer with light family friendly animation that reminds them of school and keeps them well and structured and well and surely your boy will stop playing soccer and move on to a real man's game by the time he gets to middle school . Now is the time to teach him how to run with weight on his back. Run, run, run, motherfucker, run , run, run, keep a straw hat on your head to keep your hair straw now your grandmother would be shocked she was red once, full body red you have no realizations, you have no sympathies, you don't fish in the pad by the cornfield when the sun dances weakly and the light is pale though it is raging black skin dirt you don't look presentible in front of her you are the stuff of dirilection avoiding he family at dinner you are not the case I am the case I am the center the open end and the sympathy and the possibility . You wont, because.