About Me
i like stuff that's messed up.
just as much i like waking up in the middle of night, turning on the music on loud, sitting in the kitchen, feet propped up, head flung back, staring into the darkness outside the window. I enjoy calling someone at at a horrifying hour, shouting obscene messages then choping and changing so many times that i've ticked off all of my hands and all of my toe-nails. THEN go 560 steps forward in my mind and taking 73955038384 steps back (which by chance can be divided by 4) go crash and sleep for 40 minutes, wake up, take a shower, write a novel and be home for dinner.i also feel an intense pleasure from walking with no aim for hours, picking out random people in the crowd, imagine how they like their coffee (plain black, 3 sugars... please) juice and sawdust go well together don't they, and each and every fucking time you flip on the tv, you never get this "WOOOOAAAAAAHHHHHHHH", which you can get from just looking outside your window every fucking morning. so, throw out the remote control, drag your tv outside, bash it for hours with a baseball bat before you get taken away, screaming and yelling and tearing your hair, shrieking that they'll never have you and that the cavalry is almost here.who even cares that world war four is in the very near future with sticks and stones and plastic voodoo dolls, 36 dice and you will never get the figure- 101 because the theory of probability is as just fucked up as 2+2=1903 in a completely different number system. and anyway math, only gets you so far, when all you need in this world is a big pair of tits, 3% of your brain capacity and long legs, so men will never make it. Only of course in the case that they go through a sex change, so that they can wake up each morning stare down and clearly think "oh my god, then i wasn't drunk last night and those 4,5 weeks before that, so anyway, i DO actually have tits. who shall i fuck today?" go up to the copy-room, stalk the shy accountant until he gets close enough to breathe your breath.
afterward you go home, take a long hot shower, write a novel and fall asleep just in time for dinner....
