Tonight we dive into the diseased human mind. Join me, the dark matter is warm!

Think about this. I notice one seven in the morning while I am walking dogs downtown that a hooded man is following me. Eventually he passes me when I'm crouched down scooping, eyeing me in a most unpleasant way. While I walk toward the dogs' building he is about a block ahead, every few seconds turning to look back. When I approach the corner, and he is catty corner to me now, I notice that, facing me, his dick is out and in his hand and he's stroking it slowly and he's raising his eyebrows as if to say "yes? yes? huh? yes?" or whatever would be the unsophisticated translation of that look-- But think, after anticipating rape and brutality and the covering with his soiled hand of my nose and mouth... to find him in that way, publicly incident, in terms of sexual neediness worse off than me, simply masturbating- though most uncouthly and most perversely- was a magnificent relief.

Can't: a word model

Suddenly (always) I think past and long for that decisive moment, recollect myself then in the present,
ich erinnere mich, dass...
I have yet the future.
Suddenly (it stings) I'm breathless: the best decision is only so, and can only ever be so, in its moment.

I love your great feet. Why aren't they here?

Exercise in Futility, #1

Today I am on. In traffic, I let three cars at the intersection turn into the lane. I thought: this makes up for the times I let none in, the same days on which I call other drivers and their cars "fucking retard," "asshole," "motherfucking asshole," "bitch," "idiot," "fuckhead," "fucking idiot."

If you are hunting for something pointless to do, complain.