Day started.

It’s not going to wait up. It could end at any time for reasons that wouldn’t ever be in my control. With that being said, this is my last night sleeping in this bed for a little bit. A few days, maybe. Unless——and this is really the one condition under which it wouldn’t be the last night——I wake up tomorrow and feel like I’m actually ill, not just in a snow-melting, cat-scratch-allergies way. achoo! So that feels good. I feel empowered, as if life really is up to me, and as long as the deal with the devil has been made (the deal being that the bacteria will keep me alive only as long as they can, and then they’ll take me over), I might as well just live and experience shit in any shape, way, form, and all of the above. So that’s exactly what I’m going to do. For now, I have taken back control over my life. It could go well or poorly, but at least it will be of my own volition. Nothing else to say on that topic. Only dreams now. I’m singing a song in my head about a boy and a girl. I have plans to make a plan and execute said plan, and we will see how the plan develops tomorrow. I’m living my own life, being a random person, being someone who exists in other people’s lives, and shows them, through the byproducts of living, what it is to live the life of some a person. I imagine a white man with a drake bell slash beatles style bowl cut, sweeping brown bangs, black wayfarer sunglasses, and a black tux. He’s just looking around. Can’t see where he’s looking cuz of the sunglasses, you know And then there's sunkern, and there’s a little pikachu, and a meowth, of course, and drifblim, and who else? Ohh, ampharos is there, too, and croagunk is there, and the guy from xd with his dress and his cardigan and his pikachu, and remember how he runs and how he sends all those emails with the typos?

His name is eagun

espeon Actually, sorry for that corkscrew up. Corkscrew, like treponema pallidum. Corkscrew, like that other bacteria in corkscrew land. We all know there’s another one, and i wish i could say it’s on the tip of my tongue, but it simply isn’t, not unless its gonorrhea or something, but I’m sure that’s not it either. No matter. I think of eighties leading ladies and how their hair looks and how their faces look——so pale in the klieglight——or maybe that’s not the word——maybe that’s just in live theater——which, obviously, I love and think the world needs way wa y way waywa ways awya way way more of——which is why————— Horse. Horse with weird, small, wide-set eyes, but looks otherwise normal can still run just fine Then there’s the DNA splicers from pokemon infinite fusion, and there’s a flapping beard, maybe of poseidon in the water, and master hand is coming down——but not all the way down——before a technicolor star glitches out and spews out these uncanny, contrasted colors like you'd see in an old-fashioned tv on no channel, just staticking. It has those colors, like red, magenta, yellow, and green. don’t you remember? I think of my grandmother and a child next to her eating peanuts. They’re in her house, and she’s not doing bad work per se, but she does it with malice in her heart, the root of which I was never able to fully understand and which I don’t know if she’s ever been able to recognize I’m sure if she went to therapy she would hate every second of it, and I don’t think she should do it Kevin from the office wearing a bob wig made out of the kind of string on a hula skirt, but the string is gold, it's like a gold helmet/hat sort of thing, and it looked good on him, but he gets escorted out by staff, believing he has smoked too many or is just simply, truly retarded, and all of this is said before our main character realizes that someone must be watching them, and they do know that this bunny hopping in front of them is a threat, but the knowledge that they’re being watched is enough fire to get them to kill the rabbit, thus making themselves and others safe from rabies, but the other thing about it is that maybe on another day he would’ve just sat around and said, “yeah, we can talk about that, just one more concept for me, please,” and it leads to a resentful relationship. You can’t just live all your life thinking like that. Thinking in general. There’s way more fucking to it, like having sex and feeling close to someone and your teeth turning orage for who knows why and harambe still being part of the collective unconscious Just heard a somewhat loud crash. I’m not sure where that would’ve come from, but I need my body to metabolize whatever stress hormone it just released, cuz how am I supposed to fall asleep with that stuff hanging out in my abdomen? So we take deep breaths, we thank the box fan sound effect playing behind us, and we move on, and we will fall asleep soon Flaccid cartoon penis with a face on the tip who is mounted to some kind of goal post, and the goalie is in the net, of course, but he’s just a silhouette, while we can see the cartoonish dick loud and clear. Someone shoots the ball, and it sinks into the back of the net just like you wanna see, and the dick smiles down at them all and feels proud of the work of the people who represent him The box fan podcast just played an ad which also scared me, and now my brows have to relax from their furrowed position, and my head aches a teeny bit behind my eyes, and I feel compelled to give up for the night, but I see a determined baby deer, close-up shot of her face, and it’s a white-beige face, and the nice amber-colored fur surrounds it and I bet she has spots on her back but we only see her determined gaze focused to our right and down position it’s a striking image one that begs to be painted, so I will, someday I can’t wait to keep living my life. It’s going to be great and fun. It’s just amazing to think about, so here we will go, and I’m still compelled to stop But I imagine a bookshelf that is actually full of volumes I’ve never read, and all that knowledge, and I look forward to being in a place like that sometime in the future. don't you look forward to it, ttooo? Get on facebook marketplace and get ████ a floor lamp for his living room so it’s not so goddamn fluorescently lit all the time Cave woman with a dress——a brown one with a tattered bottom, nearly floor-length It’s possible for cave people to be elegant Idea of cave person grasping the idea of elegance and artistic sensibility. It doesn’t seem too far off, and after all, someone had to be the blueprint for fashion, and haven’t humans always had the berry desire to create? yes, i meant to say berry, because i thought of berries before i was finished typing And I can always put them in the freezer if I’m worried about them spolling when I’m gone That’s true of everything I’m done. I see shadows and ghostly faces but just the cartoon kind, like in sponegeobob Spongebob and patrick laugh their respective, iconic, distinctive laughs, and sandy ties up the alaskan bull worm’s tongue now and forever. forever for however long it lasts this time streets of Paris with the perspective as if everything is shrinking rapidly as you look further out into horizon It’s beautiful And ████ is there oan the park bench, looking at me, then looking at the sunset And we watch it togehter