The Really Unreal Sort of Real Life
I've been working long hours for very little money. Gee willikers that's one hell of a start! Calm down Bozo. I got into a tangle with a Mexican character at work whose been in this story before. The full account is in the last few pages of the spiral I finished this morning whilst brooding about the idea of beating the shit for brains up out back by the garbage cans. But I know that's not going to happen nor would it be worth the time. I bet it would feel good though...Time will pass and I'll forget and it will likely be some other lame excuse for a life form that I am trapped working with that will be a new party to an incident about something highly infinitesimal. Every week it's some one or another that I would like to put a piece of cactus in their underwear and invite them to have a seat. On a positive note, I invited the "Gunt Stand" while chatting with my buddy Matt at work. (I actually look forward to seeing him when we work together, which is a sprinkle of sunshine in a gravy laden, angry and dark cloud brewing a portentous concoction most of the time. I bet Matt would revel at the thought of being known as a "sprinkle of sunshine". If you knew him you would know why .) So yeah the gunt stand is like a kick stand to prop up the roll of fat that hangs over a girl's special treat so that the tender lover will have both hands available for maximum satisfaction. For men I created the "Gock Stand". If someone steals this from me I'm going to be very upset! I had the whole day off today. I rose around noon and made coffee, took a bath and ate a bologna sandwich. After writing the piece that this piece is sort of about, I played a rock show to the wall in my studio. Then I made my way through a few more pages of The White Paper by Jean Cocteau and went to the bank to make a whopping deposit. Tonight I'll probably eat a pizza and try not to brood anymore about my jay oh bee. I'm lucky anyhow to have a way to make money in this world where many do not. I just need to find a way to bump it up a scoach. *Note to self for work tomorrow*-Do not hit anyone with a plate unless it's made of paper.