HI

Would You Look At All This Stuff

Everyday I wake up. My hair is greasy and I sprint towards the interstate. I have akward conversations. I am either too quiet or talk to much. Always at the wrong time and never in the right order. The stickiness of the changing seasons holds my bones together like the cabled tendons that house computer guts and electric signals.

Horrible things afoot. The most nonhuman one can be is when starting a new "professional job". Do not breath too loud nor laugh too much. Do not cough or sneeze or look too long or too little. Do not let your stomach grumble. Everyone is watching and waiting. You'll be eaten. Hide in the dark corners of corporate nooks and do not come out. Is this what Catholicism feels like. No wonder Jesus was crucified, we are all religious martyrs in the eyes of the employment beast.

Shaq with Jesus

It's all so odd. Is the hell or purgatory. Let me eat the pages like the book lice you keep on the shelves.

Things that are fucking stupid

Pages???