the death ray is officially On

tipped ninety today.  and it took me 5 min to write that sentence, another 5 to think of this next one, and you begin to see the pattern.  there isn't a whole lot to say.  the houseplants seem inexplicably depressed and weird, the air still in an unnerving state of quiet ... I don't even feel the urge to masturbate.  which is unusual and instead I find myself writing this toothless incoherent drivel.  I take back what I said about masturbation.  truthfully, there hasn't been a moment in the last ten years when I have not been guilty of that phallic iniquity.  but as wicked as I may be, I do not harbor remorse in the slightest.  and thus my life remains simple, decent and ungodly.  like any good and disreputable sin, the rhythm of the thing has got a nasty hook in me.  and so lord help us all.  

this was the other day ...

"I drink schlitz's to keep level.  and I am thus composed nearer to the properties of a liquid ... a jimi jelly fish fresh eat'n a pot brownie, what?"  

that fucking brownie floored me for six hours.  and I only ate half.  imagine, a six hour shit-eating grin peppered with mild hallucinations ... it boggles the mind and in written documentation that's as far as I got.  sitting alone, loaded and half-starved, it's not hard to take note of the madness in your own laughter.  it strikes a certain chord through the spinal column, lulls you out of consciousness, and then careens straight to the base of the skull to beat on it like a gong.  it's Lasting Resonation.  and against it you don't stand an f'n chance ... after a realization such as that, writing and unauthorized biographical documentation tend to exhibit qualities of an inconsequential nature.    

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I was perusing a good thesaurus this afternoon (if you don't have a thesaurus, you really should be ashamed of yourself).  I was in the 's' for whatever reason and I came across "self" and all it's possible variations.  it got me to thinking ... "self-propulsion" was my favorite.   

katie wood, I'm sorry.  lord knows what it means, but it's all I could think of to say or think needed to be said.  

as for the rest of you, I also owe an apology ... the pot brownie thing is the best I got these days.  but I've been a little broke so all zany adventures and world take-over schemes had to be put on hold for a bit.  I promise and guarantee nothing to pick up production in the next few weeks.