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I am the samuel beckett of harlem and irving mall.
I am the winston churchill of the harwood heights K-mart.
the bob hope of the norridge pizza hut.
I am ted hughes to olsen rug company's slyvia plath.
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hair spray on old ladies is like an anti-perfume. it say, "I am not interested in anything more. I just want my hair to stay still"
I trapped a strange bug in a glass bottle on my desk. it looks like it has a grenade for a body and horns. It hops. very high. like 200 times its' body at least. beetle family I am pretty sure.
I slept 4 hours last night and then worked 8 hours. this throws off my whole fucking idea of sleeping more hours than you have to work the next day. or being off at least as many hours as you were on in a given period. I am fucking tired. loopy. struggling. soon, I shall sleep.
dreams should be continued when you go back to sleep. like long narratives that keep going. a different life you get to lead. 2 lives. on boring, one fantastical and amazing. unless you dream of barf and pigs fucking. then it would not be so great.
did I tell you about the bug?
I have been having dreams about a group of grifter street magicians that all wait tables at a food place right next to their group house. I love them.
one of them has a little plastic bag with zippers on it. when he unzips one zipper the bag doubles in size. this keeps going and going until it is like the size of a 5 story building. people tell him to show others all the time. as they look in amazement the grifters steal wallets. they like me. the women like. the kids like me. we all get along.
my talent in the clan is I can jump and hover for long periods of time. I, I, i. i.
-jon.
I am the winston churchill of the harwood heights K-mart.
the bob hope of the norridge pizza hut.
I am ted hughes to olsen rug company's slyvia plath.
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hair spray on old ladies is like an anti-perfume. it say, "I am not interested in anything more. I just want my hair to stay still"
I trapped a strange bug in a glass bottle on my desk. it looks like it has a grenade for a body and horns. It hops. very high. like 200 times its' body at least. beetle family I am pretty sure.
I slept 4 hours last night and then worked 8 hours. this throws off my whole fucking idea of sleeping more hours than you have to work the next day. or being off at least as many hours as you were on in a given period. I am fucking tired. loopy. struggling. soon, I shall sleep.
dreams should be continued when you go back to sleep. like long narratives that keep going. a different life you get to lead. 2 lives. on boring, one fantastical and amazing. unless you dream of barf and pigs fucking. then it would not be so great.
did I tell you about the bug?
I have been having dreams about a group of grifter street magicians that all wait tables at a food place right next to their group house. I love them.
one of them has a little plastic bag with zippers on it. when he unzips one zipper the bag doubles in size. this keeps going and going until it is like the size of a 5 story building. people tell him to show others all the time. as they look in amazement the grifters steal wallets. they like me. the women like. the kids like me. we all get along.
my talent in the clan is I can jump and hover for long periods of time. I, I, i. i.
-jon.