January 2010
I hope sex and drugs rust into myself. Holy!
I don’t have a computer. But I have a notebook, and a mind, and a memory. And I fill all of the above with maps, and charts, and dialogues, and writings, and thoughts, and everything that gives my life structure. I need that stability like you need respect in jail, because oblivion is the only other option. When I wrote “the unexamined life is not worth living” on the 6027...
losing it all
Yesterday my laptop was stolen. I left it at a counter for a few minutes; a bunch of my friends saw it, thought about taking it, but didn’t. It was gone within ten minutes, and there are no cameras in the tavern.
It’s strangely liberating in a way. In a really shitty way, but whatever. I’m stuck on public computers in the computer lab, but maybe it’ll kill my desire to...
Porter Street, NW
Vanilla brownies, and watching four of my friends trip on acid.
“You Can’t do that” by the Beatles is really disempowering.
They’re tripping and playing Psycho Killer on rock band - and freaking out about it. The lyrics are too weird - yayayayayaya ay ay ay ay woo! Run run run, run run run away. They’re freaking outtttt. Rachel has fallen into another dimension....
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