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This room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. Where’s my mom, dad, Jill, or Airy. Airy’s the dog, but maybe you knew that. White walls. Doesn’t make sense. I’ve never had white walls. Always teal or light green. Never white. But, that’s not what I’m thinking about. I look at my wrist and my watch is missing. Someone at school stole my watch? Anyway, I’ll figure that out in a minute.&nbs...
Because I can or maybe it’s we can or I plural can. It’s hard to explain cause it’s easy. It’s so easy a dog could do it, but dogs can’t do it because dogs mirror humans and most humans can’t do it or, that’s wrong. Goddamn it, it’s easier to show you than explain it to you. Let’s try it a different way. You can see auras, right? You can’t. I thought everyone could see auras. Ok, well, feel by this table, can you feel that? Really...
I just don’t care anymore. I know I should care, but I don’t. No, wait, maybe that’s wrong. Or maybe it’s like a callus. The skin on our bodies that toughens with exercise or use. Like a drummer or a gymnasts’ hands. You know? When I was in the ALC, the first three times my friends died, I cried, but after 60 deaths of old people, I calloused, because if I didn’t, it would be like my heart going through a shredder. &nbs...
This is impossible. No one could do this, ever. It’s impossible. Fuck! The news station says the inferno is coming closer. Why didn’t we vote for the goddamn water reservoir. That would have solved this. Dumbass tax breaks from Republican morons. Oh, no, let’s not spend money unnecessarily on fire safety in a place that has fires every fucking year? Why do that? The insurance companies fucked everyone over, in...
I’m useless? Don’t say that. There’s got to be something I’m useful for. As the expression goes, “Even a broken clock is right twice a day”. That’s outdated too? How do people tell time, then? Digital, on their phones and watches? Bet they still have analog watch faces. Iwatch. Yeah, I guess this is Iwatch or my watch as they’d say in my time. I is for apple? “What you talking about, Wil...
Wait, who are you again. No, you’re not my daughter. Have you seen her though? You must be a friend of my daughter’s. I’m not signing no legal papers giving you nothing. No way. I ain’t stupid. What’s your name? It is? That’s also my daughter’s name. That’s weird. Maybe I’m asking for the wrong person. She got a job at a la...
I have men’s intuition. Nobody’s heard of men’s intuition or maybe they have? Think of it like “Gibb’s gut” from NCIS on CBS. Something feels off. I’m a medium/psychic so I would know. It’s Christmas and it feels off. Kind of like gaydar, but not gaydar. It’s Christmas, I’m sober. Everything should be good. I’m home, got an alarm system, lights are on, but I have an inclination and every time I ignore my intu...
I keep seeing it, monotonously, but not monotonously. I can and can’t explain. Both, neither, like yes and no and maybe at the same time. Shrinks thinks it’s different things. One says Alzheimer’s/Dementia, another says PTSD, the third says insomnia, and I got Rxes from all of them and now I’m more confused. Just don’t send me back to the Looney Bin. There were only two things good about that place: 1). They...
"Be careful what you wish for, or should I say pray for, you just might get it." That's what they tell idiots, which 99 % of people are. They pray for money, it causes inflation, they pray to lose 50 lbs (lbs is short for pounds, since in astrology, libra holds scales), then, two months after plastic surgery, they eat what they ate before, and the wish was superfluous. Pray for power, but power shifts. Pray for food for everyone who's hungry and the ecology of the world gets fucked up and the world is overpopulated. Luckily, I'm smarter than...
Daddy keeps asking church engines weird things about me. I see weird TVs and these TVs talk back to this owner and I don’t know what he’s talking about. I’ve had different masters. Three different masters. Now, you might think that’s because I’m a bad dog, but it’s not. I’m a good dog, shit just happens and I just have to roll in it. Like one time, one of my owners had a fenced backyard. Or “Invisible Fence...
Because I don’t know. I don’t work here. I can’t help. I keep telling you this. I’m not a car mechanic. What you need is a car mechanic. No, no. I don’t want a car mechanic. All I need is for you to come here, which is by the McDonald’s on Husky and Main and help me jump start my car. It’ll just take you a minute. Look. I got other shit to do other than jump start your car every day.&n...
What state am I in? I’m in a state of confusion or state of emergency. Can’t remember which. If I came home and I saw the door was broken into. What would I do? I don’t have no home so I ain’t got to worry none about that. Gotta worry about rain, sleet, hail, where to piss and shit so I ain’t arrested for indecent exposure again. Gotta go out in a woods or rainforest or something. Dig into dumpsters for left over shit t...
January 5, 1996 Dear Auset, If only words could heal, I’d say I’m sorry in an instant. I know I was in the wrong and I admit it, but I didn’t know that back then. Back then, I was drinking, I was an . . . No, let me rephrase that, I am an alcoholic. I’m working the twelve steps of Alcoholism and I’m up to step nine, which is: “Made direct amends to such people whenever possible, except when to do so would injure them or o...
I was kidnapped by that son-of-a-bitch. Not that I knew his mother mind you, but this moron, Peter, captured me, in a glass bottle. Where he got that bottle from or why he had it in the poppy garden I’ll never know. Probably planned it, that son-of-a-bitch. Then, he cast some spell which he got from some pot head: “Harry Pothead, Pot her,” something like that. Why give Peter spells, potions, or bottles or anything for that matter? Why couldn’t Pot...
“This is Hell. Welcome to Hell.” I didn’t know that then, but I do now. See, I moved out of Florida. That wasn’t my decision. I didn’t want it and still don’t. At least one relative of mine is an asshole or maybe they’re all “wolves in sheep’s clothing”. Who knows? Who cares? Think about this story like the show, Dragnet”. The story is true, but the names have been changed to protect th...
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